You Can Put Those Reading Glasses Down.

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The large print edition of Flower Confidential is out.  I got a copy in the mail today.  I cannot tell you how strange it is to see my book with a completely different cover and a totally different typeface.  It’s very nice, and I’m quite happy that there is a large print version available, but it reminds me of one of those dreams: 

"So I dreamed that I came home, only it wasn’t our house somehow, you know?  And there, waiting for me on the steps, was a copy of my book.  Only it had this other cover, and it was a different size, and the typeface was all different.  So it was like it was my book but it wasn’t, and I knew something was different, but I didn’t want to say anything because my grandmother was there shouting something about her reading glasses, and I was just so happy to realize that she was still alive when for some reason I thought she’d been dead all this time, and then the chickens flew over the fence and started talking to me about…."

Well.  Anyway.  Here’s the large print edition.  I have suddenly turned a corner, vision-wise, and now there are certain things I can’t read, like tiny subway maps and little elegant dessert menus in dimly lit restaurants, particularly after I’ve put away some wine.  The other night, the waiter reached into his shirt pocket and handed me his reading glasses when I groused about the fine print.  What do you tip for a thing like that?

So I appreciate large type, too.  If you need a copy, you can get one here.