You can't blame me for being a little giddy. A couple of days ago, I predicted that Donna Tartt would win the fiction Pulitzer. I'm a bit startled to be right; maybe I'm starting to get the hang of this after all these years. Last year, I almost called it, but that was probably the Korean connection giving me a lucky half-guess.
I haven't read The Goldfinch yet. I got these terrible buying twinges today when I woke up and heard the news, so I quickly sent a Facebook message to my spawn:
Me: The Goldfinch! Mother's Day! Hint, hint!
Spawn: I thought you wanted Rainbow Rowell's book [Landline].
Me: Oh, God...I'm torn! Did you already pre-order RR's book?
Me: I'm trying not to order any books...Kindle or paper. So difficult.