"It's really a very simple story. What happened was this: I met this girl and did a very stupid thing. I fell in love. Hard. I know that to some people that makes me an idiot and a loser. What can I say? They're right. I did some extremely foolish things; I'm the first to say it. And they've left me in jail and alone."
So begins one of the most compelling, emotionally charged, and affecting novels you are likely to read this year.
I’m feeling the pressure of the upcoming holiday, but I’m fighting it. There’s less than a week to go, but I’m getting a handle on things. A few days ago, I felt completely unprepared for Christmas, but now things are looking OK.
I admit I’m behind on my Christmas shopping. And I just got my tree at the local YMCA. (We haven’t put it up yet. It’s on its side, in front of my garage, waiting to be raised in the living room, probably tomorrow.) I do have some lights up on the outside of my house. A long string of white lights along the edge of the roof and another one around this large bush next to my front door. It’s not much – especially compared to some of my neighbors who hire companies to come and decorate their houses -- but at least I have something up. Usually I do something in my backyard, too, but I haven’t done that yet. And, to tell you the truth, Christmas lights always look a little funny on palm trees. But that’s Christmas in southern California. Every Christmas is a “Green Christmas.”