It’s a snow day here in Youngstown, always one of my favorite sorts of days since I was a little boy. Magical things happen on them, it seems, or at least they do in my memory, which is simply the other side of dreaming, so perhaps that’s where some of the magic in my memories of snow days originates.
One very nice thing that’s already occurred on this snow day, though, is coming across a very insightful review of The Love We Share Without Knowing by Paul Kincaid at the SFSite. A sample:
I am coming to the conclusion that Christopher Barzak could be one of the best new writers that America has produced in recent years. Not one of the best science fiction writers or fantasists; one of the best writers, period.
I’m blushing on the other side of this screen you’re reading, of course.
Mr. Kincaid’s reading of the book was a delight for me to read.