It’s difficult to describe James Kennedy’s novel The Order of Odd-Fish. Reading it is a three-dimensional experience. Maybe the best I can do is to say that were I to picture James Kennedy writing it, I see not the mundane tableau of an earnest author hunched over his keyboard. Rather, I see a man with a leaky fountain pen clasped between his toes writing rapidly on the back of an ancient, uncooperative hippopotamus while juggling a flaming Baked Alaska, a razor-sharp cleaver, and a small cardboard box. This is an admittedly weirdly whimsical image, from one not typically given to weird whimsy. But such is the effect of reading The Order of Odd-Fish. I whole-heartedly encourage you to run now to your library and try it out for yourself! (The reading of the book, that is; not the juggling of cleavers.)
All this is by way of mentioning that if you’re in the Chicago area in mid-April -- April 17, to be exact --James Kennedy has a Odd-Fish Fan Art Showing and Dome of Doom Party scheduled. More details here.