The other day, I received an email from my friend Dave. It contained the chat conversation re-pasted verbatim below.
(10:12:04 PM) friendofdave05: ok here’s my story
(10:12:27 PM) friendofdave05: i went to the library and got a book out. from the lib on campus in their smallish leisure reading section
(10:12:45 PM) friendofdave05: start reading it and they mention boston, somerville and harvard sq
(10:12:49 PM) friendofdave05: im like whoooa i know those places
(10:12:59 PM) friendofdave05: so i check out where the author is from and think they gotta be from boston
(10:13:19 PM) friendofdave05: sure enough they are. MFA from emerson
(10:13:54 PM) friendofdave05: then something in my head clicks—YOU have an author friend and i rememebr you posted a pic on facebook a while ago from the porter sq book store–some book signing
(10:14:18 PM) friendofdave05: and i only remember this because it was right when i moved to ct and i remember seeing the pic of the book store and was like “aww i loved that store i’ll miss it”
(10:14:37 PM) friendofdave05: so long story short im reading your friends book and loving it
(10:14:40 PM) friendofdave05: but what are the odds
(10:15:01 PM) friendofdave05: kate racculia
(10:15:43 PM) friendofdave05: the end.
The hilarious thing—well, the hilarious-er thing—is that this is the second time this month I’ve heard through a friend of a friend about a remote third or fourth party reading my book. The first story came to me from my best friend, as told to her by a mutual college friend, hereafter abbreviated as MCF. While discussing the glories of In-n-Out Burger with MCF’s fiance and soon-to-be in-laws, one of his in-laws mentions reading about the secret In-n-Out menu in a book. Which was…This Must Be the Place.
The moral of the story? SUDDENLY I AM EVERYWHERE. Or, more likely: In-n-Out Burger and bookstores are what unite us all, and in any case, this is SO COOL.
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