When I saw Michael Chabon read in Boston (at the Coolidge Corner Theatre) he totally answered his cell phone in the middle of his reading, and it was his wife. If only I had know that it was Ayelet Waldman, I probably would have asked to talk to her.
I also have a funny story about meeting Irvine Welsh at the Coolidge after one of his readings, and then somehow winding up in his hotel room with two other ladies, and only realizing the next day that perhaps he hadn't intended for us all to just talk about movies, which is all we did. Oops.
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Hi Ami! What a fantastic books and brunches blog this is going to be.
We're going to learn a lot on this crazy adventure, aren't we?
Who's gonna call HC and get us set up? :P
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