I’ve been so busy recently—what with work, overnight visitors in our home nine of the past ten nights, and three barbecues in eight days—that I haven’t really had time to think about the fact that on Sunday at Readercon, I’ll get to see Laird Barron, Stephen Graham Jones, Jeff VanderMeer, or Karen Joy Fowler get stoned during the Shirley Jackson Awards ceremony for having written the Best Single-Author Collection of 2010. (As you can tell, I’m not terribly optimistic about my chances of winning for What Will Come After.)

But today I won something that reminded me of what’s coming up while at the same time putting it all in perspective—I won a reader. And a wildly enthusiastic reader at that, who wrote, not just a review, but a lengthy “unbarred squeeing session.”

Over on her blog, teenybuffalo had this to say, among other things:

I bought the book because I’d enjoyed one of his stories, “The Last Supper”, in a horror anthology I found at Arisia. It’s about the end of the zombie apocalypse. Edelman manages the difficult trick of being gentle and crushingly sad while writing a viewpoint character who has about one thought and two emotions. Chalk up another story for my small set of favorite zombie protagonists. It was enough to get me to buy his collection—all zombies, all the time. Nine pieces, all good, some brilliant. Of the stories, I’d select the title piece and “Live People Don’t Understand” as standouts. …

… as the introduction is keen to point out, Edelman was writing literary zombie mashups long before Pride and Prejudice and Zombies hit the shelves. I’d add that everything in the collection is a heck of a lot better-written and wittier than P&P&Z. Well, comparisons are odorous. These are damn fine stories.

And if you’d like to check out those “damn fine stories” for yourself, remember—now that PS Publishing has put out my collection as an ebook, you can be reading them in minutes. Here’s how.