Faking it ‘til I Make It: Chronicles of a Professional Imposter

I glance to my right, at the novel sitting neatly between Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien and Driving over Lemons by Chris Evans. My last name is written in bold capitals down the spine. I snort as I picture the ghost of Tolkien, a distinguished man with a comb over in coattails, standing with his hands in his pockets and looking between me and my bookshelf with arched brows as if to say, ‘You really think it belongs there? Next to me?’