Words can't express how incredibly proud I am to know and love the woman, Jennifer Faylor, who penned this book of poetry. I've spoken of her before and I likely will again.

I had the pleasure of previewing Edison's Ghost Machine a few months ago and was startled by the fact that I think I may actually consider myself a poetry fan now. Who knew it could happen? Not only is it beautifully written and memorably poignant - but if you and I have any similar tastes at all, then you'll absolutely feel as strongly as I do about it.

A full review of this book will be the subject of a future post - I'm only mentioning it to you now since it recently became published and available for your fine eyes. You can get a copy on Amazon and there's no reason in hell you shouldn't read it.