Not for me. Not for Bunk. But for the world, maybe.
Sharon Pomerantz, a friend of a friend (I’m pretty sure we met once) and a stellar writer, spent the last eight years wrestling with her first novel. She just sold it to Twelve. It’ll be out later this year. Which means her year just got a lot better, and so did yours. Her writing is funny and wise and sad and smart and sly and worth your time.
An actual work of actual fiction, actually sold and published in 2009.
Of course, the fact that Ms. Pomerantz spent less than a decade slaving over this particular book marks her as a bona fide overnight success here in Bunk Country. A streaking meteor.
But that doesn’t diminish our pleasure in this one little bit.