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owlectomyAfter waking up and having the first thought in my head be, "If I don't have hot water I'm going to resort to violence," it is a bit shocking and entirely delightful to find a book trailer for A Love Story Starring My Dead Best Friend.
(I don't have hot water, as it happens, but I have warm water sufficient for a very brief shower).
A young woman's voice narrates.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to screw this up for you. I didn't even mean to get involved in the first place. I just wish that you were still around, and we could argue about whether ninjas can actually divide by zero.
Julia? You remember when we promised each other that we'd be each other's maids of honor? You remember when you told me that I would fall in love someday and I would love it and I would hate it and I'd eventually feel like punching someone in the face over it? You remember when someone made some stupid comment about me being gay, and you grinned and laughed it off as if-- as if it wasn't an insult to think that we might be girlfriends, you and me?
(I don't have hot water, as it happens, but I have warm water sufficient for a very brief shower).
A young woman's voice narrates.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to screw this up for you. I didn't even mean to get involved in the first place. I just wish that you were still around, and we could argue about whether ninjas can actually divide by zero.
Julia? You remember when we promised each other that we'd be each other's maids of honor? You remember when you told me that I would fall in love someday and I would love it and I would hate it and I'd eventually feel like punching someone in the face over it? You remember when someone made some stupid comment about me being gay, and you grinned and laughed it off as if-- as if it wasn't an insult to think that we might be girlfriends, you and me?
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