A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
I know there are thousands of you out there eagerly anticipating my review of a book about cancer. I bet you woke up this morning, punched the air triumphantly and cried, “Yesss! Today’s the day!”
I am therefore very sorry to have to report that you’re going to have to wait, because of a technical hitch. Well not so much a technical hitch, more human error if we’re being quite honest. You see, the review – which I promise you is four-fifths written and only needs polishing up a bit – is sitting on my laptop at home, twelve miles away (as the gull flies). This is because I forgot to upload it this morning. I could have lied and told you that the technology failed – but my hair would fall our and I’d break out in spots (I know that’s what happens when you lie because my mother said so many times …), so I offer you the unvarnished truth. I forgot to hit ‘Send’.
All of which means that you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for the review, or possibly only until this evening, if a fit of enthusiasm overwhelms me, which is profoundly unlikely on a Friday.
In the meantime, here is a photograph of my dog, who loves me even though I am an idiot: