The book looks good. It feels good. It looks good with the dust jacket, and it looks handsome without the dust jacket. (This is important. I don't like to read books with jackets on them, they are too slippery.) It's all at once completely familiar and totally amazing.
And the inside looks good too. I mean, I'm assuming. I can't really read it through like a normal person--I put a moratorium on that a while ago because even after it went to the printer I kept picking through it and micro-editing it in my mind. I'm a noodler and a perfectionist by nature, so probably I'll always feel like that. But I do think there's one part I got just right.
Don't forget, people near Iowa City--meet up Friday night at Sanctuary Restaurant and Pub! They are supposed to have really excellent beer, and I have already ordered the steamed cilantro mussels off the menu because I want to eat the messiest, most odiferous thing off the menu straight off. That way, if you stick around, I know we'll be friends. Come hang out after the reading at Prairie Lights, 8:30pm until whenever.