As usual, the department hadn’t asked him if he wanted to be Professor Sullivan’s research assistant so much as told him that he was going to be. He really ought to have known, but this was the first semester that he wasn’t a TA, and that had been a last-minute change. He’d forgotten that it was midterms week. Shaking his head and feeling even more annoyed with himself for looking up the information at home but failing to write it down, he made for his usual area in the stacks and hoped he could just find the books he needed by sheer luck. All of the computer terminals had been commandeered by undergrads researching their first midterm projects. The last thing he needed was to make a bad impression Professor Sullivan was one of the most demanding faculty in the Art History department. He was in a hurry, not quite late yet, but he hadn’t left himself enough time to get the materials he wanted and then rush across campus for his meeting.
RODRIGO bounced up the stairs to the fourth floor of the library, his long legs easily taking them two at a time.
Bailey’s luck has to improve sometime… right?Ĭoming out April 2nd, I think.Their support and help. As if that weren’t bad enough, Bailey’s got a stupid crush on John, who stubbornly insists on a detailed breakdown of every date-bad and otherwise. In an attempt to prove astrology is bogus, he agrees to an experiment to date someone from each star sign.
The (totally coincidental) accuracy of the column offers opportunity for further professional disgrace if anyone discovers its author-and then Bailey digs himself a little deeper. Unfortunately, working for John also leads to writing an astrology column in exchange for getting free rein in some op-ed articles-and then being sued over one. That part isn’t so bad Bailey is fond of John, who seems to find Bailey’s abrasive nature amusing. Humiliated, he takes a job as an editor at a science magazine run by his best friend, John. The general public blames him for his former employer’s nuclear pollution, resulting in professional disgrace. I know I laughed a lot while writing it.īailey McMillan’s life is a mess. (I suspect any readers probably have, though, and with good reason.) But for anyone still out there, I wrote another book! I hinted that I’d started it back when Relationships 201 was released – this the one where “Two scientists make a bet about how astrology doesn’t work in matters of the heart. So it turns out that even if you ignore your blog, it doesn’t go away.
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