From the Desk of Will Banister: Blessed are the Meddlers

Check out my baby's book, Blessed Are the Meddlers. It's a humdinger, and my standards are fairly high when it comes to novels.

She’s out west of the Mississippi and somewhere south of purgatory (i.e. Colorado Springs) promoting her phenomenal book, Blessed Are the Meddlers, to all who will come and listen.

Here’s a copy of the thing:

(An impish Wynona Rider lookalike—perfect for the slighty mischevious Sydney)

And since I wrote her official bio (yes, the one about the loquacious author who loves to talk talk talk but who is also literary enough to write write write—a rare combination in any solar system), it’s no secret that I’m a proud fan of her work. Her wholesome-yet- flirty heroine, Sydney, deserves to be on the silver screen in the following cities: L.A., Chicago, London, Moscow, Coca-Cola, Dallas, Bucksnort, Paris, Rekjavik, Seattle, Irkutsk, Abilene, St. Paul, Nashville, Glascow, Scranton and a whole host of other cities and towns that show sparkling and wholesome films.

Of course the rights need to be optioned first. In the meantime, buy this book for your daughter. Two for your cousins. Five for a rainy day. A baker’s dozen for all of your lovelorn, cynical friends who are sick and tired of dating Joe the Plumber (no offense, Joe, I think you’re way cool, but I’m a guy) again and again and again and again and again.

(Blog intermission: Poor Joe, he’s being lionized and lampooned all over the country, and now I’m riding the plumber wave all the way to Amazon.com and back again on behalf of a worthy book, down the swirling vortex of an Ohio toilet and sideways through a pipe and up and into the belly of your local water cooler scuttlebutt, just in time for the weekend zeitgeist. I repent in dust and toiletries.)

I have no idea what any of that meant.

As I was saying, buy a whole bunch of books (i.e. Blessed Are the Meddlers books) for a whole bunch of people. You’ll find a good friend in Sydney and a unique literary voice in Christa.

And if you happen to be aimlessly wandering around south of purgatory, stop by your local Barnes & Nobles. It's Saturday (as in tomorrow, the 18th) @ Barnes & Noble (across from Citadel Mall) 2:00 pm in Colorado Springs and on Sunday 19th (as in day after tomorrow) @ Barnes & Noble 2:00 pm in Littleton, Colorado.

So get your weekend arse out there and say hello and buy a book or twenty-seven thousand.

* Postscript: It's been several days since I first published this blog, and I must say that I don't like the way Joe the Plumber has been pilloried by the press. For the record I think he's a stand up guy. I like him a lot. So, please forget the above implication that he's a lumbering Neanderthal. In other words, if you're a single gal, then please go getcha some of that. Make posthaste and date Joe the Plumber!!! You can thank me later.

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I miss you too, baby, and this particular blog entry made me laugh about 101 times. Thanks for the glowing endorsement, baby. Here's to people buying 27,000...

Posted by: Christa | October 17, 2008 at 11:41 PM