When the Saints won the Jim Connors Award for Fiction
When the Saints won the Margaret & John Savage First Book Award
When the Saints is nominated for the STEPHEN LEACOCK MEDAL FOR HUMOUR
I AM SO HAPPY. The kind of happy where you laugh your head off and roll around in the grass like no one’s watching even though people are definitely watching, and amongst those people are a couple of dudes who are trying to work off their community service hours by cutting the grass outside an office building and now they have to mow around you which is hard because you’re rolling around so much, and when they ask if you could maybe come back later, you laugh harder and tears stream down your face and it scares them a little bit.
I’m off to Orillia in a few weeks for the Leacock gala. Hopefully by then I will be the picture of poise. Till then, crazytown.
4 thoughts on “THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN”
It’s all so deserved. When The Saints is such a wonderful book. Enjoy all of it, even the grass stains.
Thank you so much! It was quite a rollercoaster.
The book deserves all the positive attention it’s getting. I loved it. Re-reading now, love it more.
Bobbi, Bobbi, Bobbi. You really have impeccable timing. Every time I’m having a crisis of faith, I’m going straight to this comment. 🙂