This morning my daughter called out to me from the kitchen: “Josie* says she just heard your name on the radio.”
[*daughter's BFF. not her real name.]
“Huh, what?” said I. “Why?”
A few minutes later she got the report back from her friend: “Your book was a finalist for the Best Books of Indiana or something.”
So I googled it, and indeed my book WAS a finalist for the Best Books of Indiana! The best book was a murder mystery, but my almost-best book was in really good company with fellow-finalist, Michael Martone.