A Novel Story

Last Book Read: The Singer's Crown by Elaine Isaak

Back from Boskone. A different experience from last year, but still enjoyable. More notes later. I must fulfill an obligation first.

Background: Nathan had a contest on his novel blog. Having won, I could choose a book from his shelf. I asked for a David Weber novel since he was the guest of honor at Boskone this year and I hadn't read any Weber. Nathan sent me On Basilisk Station, the first of the "Honor Harrington" series.

Nathan also requested some con photos. Here is the adventure of the book.

It arrived at the hotel, full of excitement. It was going to meet the man, it's creator!





As the sun set gently in the west past the skyscrapers of Boston, the book whispered to itself: "Soon. Soon."





The following morning, it happened! The man himself took hold of the book firmly, peeled back its cover. He revealing the untouched title page, and inked his signature quickly. He then pushed the book aside, moving on to a steady stream of other books.





The book was proud, but confused. It wasn't unique, it knew. Wasn't even a hardcover, but still, so quick. The man's touch never lingered. The book decided to celebrate anyway, diving into the hotel room's "Honor Bar".





As you can imagine, the book went a little overboard. And as happens with overindulgence, there are consequences.





The book went to bed, a cold cloth at it's head, abashed. Perhaps it wasn't special to the man, just another paperback copy, but his signature would always be special to it.



Thanks again for the book, Nathan!