Sure proof that I'm old: At my brother's wedding (best wedding ever, incidentally), Hank and Evan Vella and I were moshing to "Punk Rock Girl" and shouting out the lyrics, and it was really fun. And then perhaps two thirds into the song I realized that A. I am really tired, and B. I've lost my voice. Washed-up at 29.

About 100 people have written me to say that they can't find An Abundance of Katherines at their local bookstore yet. This is indeed very unfortunate, but I have been told that they will be on the shelves everywhere very soon.

Finally, the An Abundance of Katherines blog tour makes its third stop today at the home of the fabulous Cecil Castellucci, who has not posted her interview with me yet, presumably because she lives in California and is still asleep.