Last post I mentioned the strife Rhea Tregebov inadvertently caused when she signed a book to both my wife and me. As a couple we've gotten over the incident, but would you believe I've had another of those experiences?

Alison Acheson had a book signing recently for her latest novel, Molly's Cue, and my wife and I and the kids went to see her. Which might be where the problem began. Maybe I should have just gone alone. But I didn't, and we all came and, consequently, did Alison pick only one of us to sign the book to? No, she didn't. Did she sign it to my wife and I? No, something worse. Alison signed the book to my whole family. Now, instead of a two-way argument about who gets to read the book first, there are now four voices in the mix. However, like last time, Alison did weigh in with an opinion of who should be the first reader, and for that I whole-heartedly forgive her. She picked me. In fact, it's how she signed the book -- to the whole family, yes -- but she specified (in ink with a smiley face, no less) that I get to be first. Yeah, I know, it's a little and petty thing, but sometimes it's nice to be the first one to read a book.