Dear Gentle Reader:
It’s full confession time. Remember the blog review about Kresley Cole’s A Hunger Like No Other? And how I had only gotten 3 hours of sleep? I got up early and rushed to get to my office. When I was walking from my parking garage to my office, I noticed that there was something wrong with my gait. As I looked down at my shoes, the awful realization rushed up to meet me. I had two different shoes. One blue and one black. I hurried to my office, grateful that it was early and no one else was around. I stayed in my office and skipped lunch because I didn’t want to go out into the masses with my mismatched shoes.
As I related this story to my friend, Jay, she responded in kind with a story of her own. Jay first started reading contemporary romances. She loved Kasey Michael stories and had exhausted her TBR pile of them. When she went to the book store, she picked up The Kissing Game and began to read. It wasn’t until about 1/3 of the way inthat Jay realized she was reading a historical novel. I told her that she was more clueless than I. She retorted with an “I know, but what are you” comment. There was no agreement between the two of us and therefore you be the judge.
The two Ja(y)nes then thought that a contest should be included. In the comments section, post your most clueless event and the winner (as determined by the two Ja(y)nes) will get a copy of the 1988 paperback book that Jane blogged about previously: Hustle, Sweet Love by Maggie Davis.