A friend of mine wrote a book recently.
I suppose that’s not entirely honest. He did write a book (it’s his second, actually), it’s just that I’m not sure I can casually call him my "friend." But I want to.
Suffice it to say that there’s this guy I knew back in college who recently and graciously allowed me to add him to my Facebook friends’ list. I guess that makes him my friend, though I don’t know his wife, have never met his kids, have never been in his house, or had more than a few sentences of typed conversation in almost two decades.
But I am reading his book.