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Ah, mail's here!

I got a package I've been waiting on for a while.

Back in October, on the last day of Can-Con, I purchased a book of poetry with a rather intriguing name, "The Sex Lives of Monsters."

I didn't check through it before bringing it home. I was dead on my feet and my brain felt like it was melting from the abundance of learning and the sheer amount of overstimulation I experienced at the conference.

A short time later, I discovered that my copy was entirely full of blank pages. Not a word to be seen inside. I briefly wondered if I was punked; if the pages were blank because monsters don't have sex lives.

I decided that it was silly to think that monsters don't have sex lives and contacted someone from the local publisher and sent them a link to the video I made for them as proof of the issue.

It's taken some time, but I've been sent a copy with words and a personal message. The author, Helen Marshall also generously included a copy of another poetry book she has written by the name of, "Skeleton Leaves."

I now have a collector's edition of the "Sex Lives of Monsters". There may never be another one without words after all.

"The Sex Lives of Monsters," won the 2012 Aurora Award, and with a name like that I'm excited to finally read it!

Ciao,
R~

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