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Review: Oh the Humanity! by Jason Roeder

My review of Jason Roeder's Oh the Humanity!, which was book 11 of 15, ran in Sunday's St. Petersburg Times. Check it out here. A sample: "If you're an avid reader, you might separate types of books by where you read them: books you read on an airplane, books you read on the beach, books you read to your kids before they go to bed. And then there are books you read in your second office, the one that has a sink. Jason Roeder's Oh, the Humanity! is one of those books, best read in small bites over a long time."

Can I even tell you how happy I am that my lovely editor let me use that intro? I didn't think it would make the cut, but there it is: my way of saying, in a newspaper, that Oh the Humanity! makes a great bathroom book.

P.S. I was tempted to post a picture, a la "What Does a Reviewer Look Like," of "What Does a Writer Who was Stuck in JFK for Four Hours When She Could Have Driven Home in Two Look Like," but I don't want to frighten you.

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