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My days go something like this: I look at the weather forecast, shudder, then pull down the blinds and stay inside until the sun goes down. The heat is turning me into a vampire (minus the blood drinking, obviously).

Yesterday, there was a little splash of excitement, when I received my author copies of the Russian translation of TRUE LOVE (AND OTHER LIES). At least, I think that’s what they were. I can’t even read my name in Cyrillic, much less the book title.

I handed the books to George.

“Look,” I said excitedly.

“What are these?” he asked.

“Actually, I’m not sure. I was hoping you could tell me.”

George looked at one of the books carefully. “A translation of one of your books?” he asked.

“That was my assumption. Which book do you think it is?”

He looked at them again. “TRUE LOVE (AND OTHER LIES). Definitely.”

“How can you tell?” I persisted. After all, George can’t read Cyrillic, either. At least, I don’t think he can.

“I just can,” he said confidently.

Gah. This is what comes of having married a lawyer.

Posted 02 August 2006 at 09:14 AM