Here are some actual reviews of The President's Daughter-at the YA YA YAs, and the Bookshelves of Doom. What they said.
So that was a satisfying night of reading, even though I didn't read my timeslip book. I was gratified that my husband sat on the other comfy chair, reading a book I gave him for Christmas (The Deportees and Other Stories by Roddy Doyle), and even more pleased that my older boy sat on the sofa, peacefully reading the Spiderwick Chronicles to himself. I was not exactly gratified that my youngest son was playing Dark Dark Dark imaginary games with the legos--death, destruction, rampaging, etc--but at least he was not keeping the rest of us from our books. And then, to put the icing on my cake, my mother called to say that she had been up till 3 am the night before, reading the book I gave her for Christmas--The Hunger Games.
What with having to go to work, buy chicken food, buy people food, etc., I didn't have time to read the poor little timeslip story, and now I am here at the library, for an evening of book sorting and book sale planning. So there it is. Next Tuesday.