On ice in New England

Friday, December 12, 2008

Here in the Litchfield Hills, we had our first real ice storm of the winter last night. The internet has been down for hours, so I have no idea when this will post. The cable people are "on the way!" And so is my 80th birthday if I'm lucky enough to live that long. Put it this way, I'm not watching the clock -- in either case.

When I moved into this country house a little over a year ago, the Realtor was quick to feature the propane generator out back. I thanked him of course, but my first private thought was: That's a little much, isn't it? It's not like this is Alaska. Oh, the naive Southern transplant to New England. One of my Carolina friends remarked, "But Todd. You lived in Manhattan all those years. How different can it be?" I snapped, "A lot. In New York, the power lines are underground, and somebody else shovels the snow."

Kind words...

My publicist at Morrow received the below email from an independent bookseller in western North Carolina. It was so moving that I decided to post an excerpt. Needless to say, it made my week.

"...I received the galley of The Sweet By and By and decided to start asap. I need to tell you a couple of things first -- my mom passed away this February. She was in a nursing home in Savannah. She also was the head nurse at that nursing home for many years. She died of Parkinson's at the age of 74. I would volunteer at the nursing home (middle school) when they had social events to help my mom. Having said all of that, I have to tell you that I'm halfway through the book, and I think that Mr. Johnson has a home run!!!!!! I have laughed, cried, and mainly I'm missing my mom and grandmother."