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!