The Craniokleptykleptomaniac snuck into my room
while I was at work and hid the book on the floor between my bed and the wall. Or at least that helps me to cover my feelings of absentmindedness and inadequacy. Anyhow, it gave me a chance to talk about the book with a lot of people (not just those who I accused of theft) - I even had a nice email from a marketing director at Unbridled Books.

In the meantime, there is the virtual tour.

Books, school books, Fran's new school books (I have a little school envy here; I'm living vicariously through Fran's anatomy and physiology class)and a backlog of periodicals, including the recent New Yorker, with an interview with Neil Gaiman. He was at the ALA Conference last summer, but I have to admit I wasn't sure who he was or why the librarians were all swooning over a chance to meet him. I certainly didn't queue up. I think I had him confused with Michael Chabon. Whose work I also haven't read. And good looking men aren't uncommon in my neighborhood, so why should I cut into my book perusing time to shake some moderate good looking author's hand. Right?

And while we're talking skulls...
Christie's drops human skull from auction.
Earlier this month, the World Archaeological Congress condemned the sale, calling the sale of human body parts an "affront to human dignity."