Running with a Sharp review

Look, ma, I’m 44, and I’m running like a giddy kid with a Sharp review in my hand.

Okay, so maybe that’s not as dangerous as running with scissors. But it sure feels good.

Let me take a step back and explain a bit first. Sharp is Linda Sharp, the self-described “head nut” at SanityCentral.com, a parental humor Web site. SanityCentral is home to my DadLibs column.

A while back Linda offered to review my book. There’s a theory in the book business that any words about your book – even bad ones – are better than none at all. So you never turn down any potential PR for your book.

Still, you always submit review copies with a bit of trepidation. Bad reviews are difficult to digest. And I must admit to the greater-than-normal amount of anxiety I had about giving my book to Linda for review, which I guess was attributable to the fact that my book is worlds apart from the writings I submit to SanityCentral.

As it turns out, my natural writer’s angst was, in the words of Shakespeare, much ado about nothing. There are good reviews and then there are reviews that are just perfect. This one falls into the latter category. It strikes just the right tone. It reads as authentic and genuine, not like it was churned out of review factory.

Read the review here. And then order Linda’s newly released book, Femail: A Comic Collision in Cyberspace, which she wrote in collaboration with fellow SanityCentral columnist Shana McLean Moore. I just ordered my copy the other day and can’t wait to read it.

Here’s a description of Linda’s book:

Sex may take place in The City, but there's plenty of sass in the suburbs. While Linda Sharp and Shana Moore might cop to being housewives, these gals are far from desperate. Rather than finding their thrills with a pool boy, Sharp and Moore delight in taking the head-splitting struggles all women experience, and making you laugh until your sides have busted their seams.
Linda and Shana tell it like you've experienced it...only this time around it's funny. Their flat out honest portrayals of PMS and unearned sweat; puppies and grown women who piddle; sagging breasts and husbands who often act like boobs, will leave you smiling, and feeling less alone in your leaky rowboat.

Husbands who often act like boobs? Hey, did she contact my wife as a source for her book?