A former student of mine (now past 30 years of age), Heidi, just contacted me through Goodreads. It seems she's got a book club going, and one of her former classmates, Richard, suggested they read Confessions of an Average Half-Vampire. A few other former students from that same group or close to it in age, Amy, Erik, and David, are joining in to read my book. And they invited me to join them.
(Hey, I guess having the author show up at your book club meeting is kind of interesting -- even when that author is really just your former English teacher.)
This is so cool. I feel so famous. It's still an honor, even though they're just doing it because they all know me. (Okay, and because they know I used to make them laugh when they were kids, and I bet they're secretly hoping the book will still make them feel that way.)
Personal note to Richard: the book does indeed contain a reference to poodles. I dare you to find it. :)