I am in the throws, the midst, the swim, the tumble, the turmoil, the grip, the gripe, the grim, grinching clutches of the Reading Group Guide Questions. They are proving a timorous beastie and I am trying to wrestle them to the ground. It is not a lack of answers that is tripping me up but the reverse. An answer arrives, unpacks and then gets shown the door. There are muddy footprints in the hall.
It is an odd feeling of formal presentation. Readers meet Author. Author meet Readers. Shall we waltz?