Here We Go Again: The 1st Review

The first review of ANOTHER THING TO FALL is in and it’s from Kirkus.

Cutting to the last line, which is where Kirkus issues its verdict:

“Like lunch at Atwater’s, Tess’s latest leaves you fully satisfied but looking forward to next time.”

I satisy, I leave you craving more. I’ll buy that for a dollar.

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19 thoughts on “Here We Go Again: The 1st Review

  1. Oh how NICE! We like this!

    Is your name Tom Lippman Douglas? Laura Lagasse? Alton Brown Lippman? (TD is Seattle’s big deal restauranteur; if you haven’t eaten at one of his excellent places, we MUST go next time you’re in town.)

    It sounds SO foodish. It’s lovely, truly it is but I have to wonder if the reviewer was hungry while trying to get the review finished by deadline with the underlying theme here.

  2. Post the whole thing!

    They don’t mean Baltimore’s Atwaters, do they? Because you are much better than a high-end salad bar with an overpriced cheese buffet.

  3. I would be happy to be compared to a Luna bar.

    Kirkus is actually the second-best review of the past week. A buff young man in his 20s patted my arm while we were speaking and said in shock: “You work out, don’t you?”

    Maybe this should be the tour where people punch me in the bicep and I arm-wrestle all comers.

  4. Congratulations!

    You must know though that your books unstoppably readable and intelligent.

    As for your buff bicep a friend recently shared the following personality test question:

    Would you rather live in a world where everyone thinks you are fantastic the moment they meet you and continue to adore you as they get to know you, OR would you rather live in a world where it is completely legal and socially acceptable for you, and only you, to sucker punch whomever you want, whenever you want?

    -I want to be worshipped!
    -I want to punch people!

    Hard choice, huh?

  5. Didn’t they name the Lara bar for you(okay, they forgot the u)? I think a bar that can make you feel rightous about eating chocolate in any form is supreme.

  6. Yes — when I blog the tour, I could have a daily log of who might have been sucker-punched if I had been granted that power.

    Oh wait — that’s how the private tour blogs functioned. Now that I’m in the open, I can no longer confess to wanting to punch people.

    (Note to newcomers. I really don’t want to punch people every day, but if you want to see why I might be provoked, from time to time, check out March 30, 2007, in the archives.)

    Also, my bad: Atwaters is a much lauded sandwich and soup place in the Phoenix-like Belvedere Square area in North Baltimore. (It’s on its third revitalization by my count, and doing better than ever, with a lot of good restaurants.) But I don’t get up to the north side very much, although I was there just Saturday night, having a lovely glass of wine at Taste. Where, in the great Baltimore tradiiton, I informed my companions that it was a former Hess shoe store, which had once featured squirrel monkeys in the window. And, across the street, I indicated that the Starbucks-Daedalus Books-Lynn Brick’s gym complex was the former Hutzler’s department store where I had purchased my prom dress.

  7. <i>(Note to newcomers. I really don’t want to punch people every day, but if you want to see why I might be provoked, from time to time, check out March 30, 2007, in the archives.)

    ”His companion, Man #2, then tag-teams it: Hey, don’t break your arm, patting yourself on the back.

    Actually, I still don’t know what I wish I had said. Suggestions?”</i>

    After some consideration I see 4 choices.

    1. Stare blankly in your best ”I don’t get it” then exit.

    2. Stare blankly in your best ”I don’t get it” then ask to borrow $40. Say it’s for something very important that you just remembered and act very agitated to forestall questioning. Thank them profusely and exit. Under no circumstance do you ever repay the loan or make mention. When they bring it up look puzzled and distracted.

    3.joke, ”Oh, I won’t. I’d much rather break my arm beating your stupid ass.” while clapping him heartily on the shoulder. Adding a wink, if you know how, is super creepy and fun.

    4. ”Suck my dick, asshole!” is always a classic.

    I roll w/the lowbrow.

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