My downstairs neighbours dropped by the shop today bearing a little brown cardboard box plastered with the Amazon.com logo. I bounced up and down like a schoolgirl, realizing that my copy of Domestic Enemies by Matt Bracken had arrived.
I got home after work, settled in on the porch, popped open a beer, lit my citronella candle, and cracked the covers. It's now quarter to midnight, I'm one hundred and fifty three pages in, and sleep is nowhere on the horizon.
I'd type more, but I gotta get back to the book.
Review to follow...