The first review of I WANNA BE YOUR JOEY RAMONE!

So I was totally premature in posting the highlights of my week yesterday. You never know what amazing things Saturday can bring. This Saturday brought me the first book review for I WANNA BE YOUR JOEY RAMONE! And it's an awesome review. And it's by Jocelyn/Teen Book Reviewer, who you may remember me mentioning in an earlier blog as my very first fan that was not related to me or a friend of mine. So it seems like the universe is in balance. But at the same time when I saw her email subject line which read "IWBYJR Review!" I was nervous despite the exclamation point that I thought probably indicated good things. I mean, what if I let her down? What if she wasn't as into the book as she thought she would be? Fortunately in the email, she told me that the book was even better than she thought it would be. Phew! And then I went on to read her review, which you can find here.

Ah, the onslaught of emotion. Tears came to my eyes. I did a happy dance. I just can't tell you how good it feels to find out that something I worked so hard on emotionally resonated for someone the way it did with Jocelyn. I really hope this book strikes a chord (no pun intended) like that for other people, too. Yay! And I'm just so glad that the first review was good, too. I mean, that is seriously a relief. I'm sure there will be bad reviews, but when I get them, I will be able to revisit this one.

So, this is definitely tied for best thing that happened this week with the Story Week thing. Though I have to say the Gutter Twins.... fucking amazing. Seriously. They played for an hour and a half. I didn't crawl into bed until 4 am because it was a late concert. I'm tired today (in fact, apparently I took a little cat nap during my acupuncture session. Amazing that one can fall asleep with needles in them, huh?), but it was all worth it. God, it was so good. Greg Dulli is so much fun. And Mark Lanegan is just a presence. A hulking presence, clinging to the microphone like a security blanket, like he's giving you so much of himself it's scaring him and he wishes he could disappear. And Greg Dulli plays all these instruments, but Mark, he just sings. Like he knows that with that voice, it's enough. I've been listening to his solo albums all day.

Sigh, but now it is time to figure out if I am reading something at open mic and get ready to eat tamales. Yay tamales! This is the best Saturday in forever!