As I read his post today, I found myself grinning.
Monday, when I found out that GRACE UNDER PRESSURE had received a starred review, I called my husband at work and gushed all over the place. He was suitably happy for me and we signed off. Later that night, when he got home, he gingerly posed the question that had obviously been bugging him all day... "So this star you got? It's out of a possible how many?"
And with that I was again reminded of the fact that my writing world and my real world don't always communicate so well. I explained to him that books can't get more than *one* star. That "starred" is similar to "recommended." With a sigh of relief, he was then genuinely happy for me.
"So you thought it was ... like... one star out of five or something?" I asked him.
"Yup," he replied.
"And you were just going along with my giddiness because it seemed like the right thing to do, huh?"
Lucky him... over a glass of wine that night I explained everything I knew about Publishers Weekly, Kirkus, Booklist, and Library Journal.
I'll bet he never asks for clarification again *grin*
Definitely check out Dave Cullen's blog. Congratulations and condolences. Too funny.