There was this really bad book I had to review, and I kept putting it off and off because I hated the idea of having to review it. In the end, I was forced to work on the review all the way from St Louis to Valencia. I finally finished and submitted it, so I feel a huge sense of relief.
It’s one of those books that people publish when they need a publication but don’t want to do the work. So they throw together a bunch of notes for undergraduate lectures and call the end result a book. It’s not something I’m assuming, by the way. The author says in the intro that this is class material.
I had been duped by the book’s title into accepting the review. And it turned out to be a dud.
This is me in Valencia in the famous red dress I had to grab at the airport:
I’m not hungover, I’m just tired from the trip, hence the sunglasses indoors.