
Review on the Speculative Fiction in Translation site
That, my friends, was the conversation you would have heard in the Cordasco household about a week before my birthday. I mean, it’s not really that hard to come up with a gift for me, since I broadcast all the time my love of books, chocolate, books, opera, crafting, and books. (Now, for instance, when my mom asks “do you want me to send you chocolate for your birthday” the question is just so ridiculous, I cry “no NO why would you send me chocolate I never eat the stuff eeww ewww how dare you send me something so deliciously wonderful” etc. etc.).Husband: “Honey what do you want for your birthday.”
Me: “Three hours to read at a cafe by myself.”
Husband: “No, really, what do you want.”
Me: “THAT. THAT IS WHAT I WANT. GIVE ME THAT.”
Husband (frightened by my look of crazed craziness): “FINE. Fine. Ok.”