I loved Unpredictable. Love, love, loved it! Deb Eileen Cook is hysterically, brilliantly funny, her heroine is totally lovable and the book is tightly written. I nearly gave myself an asthma attack from all the laughing.
And since the response was so enthusiastic to last week’s poetic offerings for Deb Jenny, here is my sonnet for Eileen. (Actually, I did write two, but this one is much better than the other–not that that’s saying a lot–so I’m just posting one.)
Unpredictable: The Sonnet
or: The Woe, the Woo and Who Loves Who?
Woe to Sophie who hides in the laundry
Tears on her cheeks and a hitch in her plan.
Sophie’s not psychic; she’s in a quandary
And doesn’t know how to woo back her man.
Woe to the man, the commitment phobe,
He’s careless and wayward and not too smart.
Woe to the sceptic in professor’s robe,
His teachings may gain then lose him his heart.
Woe the false oracle heeds not advice,
Alack and forsooth, Doug must be her guy.
Though Nick McKenna is really quite nice,
She will the sage psychic, personify.
Hearts and minds fold like gotch origami
Sophie the psychic is a tsunami.
Now go read Unpredictable and this sonnet will make much more sense!
Congrats Eileen and Happy Launch Week!
Deb Danielle Younge-Ullman