We celebrated Ross's novel White Shark at a book party and reading this week. (The book was supposed to come out in time for the party, but it's been slightly delayed.) We were in a beautiful venue, Bemis Great Hall at Colorado College, a place where you might hold a Lord of the Rings style banquet with a troll attack thrown in:
Ross was a little disappointed because he felt people weren't laughing enough. I suspect the room, as awesome as it was, dampened the sound of laughter. (Another laugh-dampener: our fifteen-year-old son, who shushed me when I laughed during the reading. I'm not sure if this is because I was laughing too loudly, or too much, or if it was simply because I am a mom and he is a fifteen-year-old.) From where I sat, I could hear lots of laughter.
And anyway laughter isn't necessarily exactly what you want when you're a mystery author, right? Ross's book is very funny, but it's not ONLY funny -- it's a mystery, after all, with murder and various kinds of cruelty and corruption.
And sharks! Our daughter Celie dressed accordingly:
And so did our cat, Sandy, who is remarkably easy-going about costumes: