Yesterday, I posted a review of Just a Geek and mentioned Dancing Barefoot. Here's the word on the feet.

Yes, I saw Stand by Me. Yes, I watched "Star Trek: The Next Generation" (STNG), which premiered the season I started dating my husband then boyfriend, a fan of the old series who liked "Deep Space Nine" better. He introduced me to the show and it was responsible for one date every week except during reruns and summer break. Heck, I caught Wil Wheaton's appearance on "Jeopardy!" wearing a tacky mudflap girl sweater.

Knowing he was a step-father to two young boys, I wondered what kind of impression he made if he wore such a sweater on an intelligent TV show. Not my business, but call it strike one. I started blogging before Wheaton came onto the scene, so it was tough to miss him when he hit it big in blogworld... strike two. The book deal with O'Reilly threw the curveball to make strike three.

No, I was not a member of the "I hate Wesley Crusher" crew. Rather, I liked the character. For once, a smart kid who didn't wear five pound thick glasses with pimply skin. Instead, he was a teen heart throb.

As of this writing, the book ranked 540 in sales on Amazon plus it received five stars from 40 reviews. Why did I review it when it needs no help and I couldn't find bad things to say about it? Determined not to like him, he undermined my efforts with his writing and sense of humor. He won me over.

Those interested in Star Trek and famous people will want to go straight to the last and largest chapter in the book, "The Saga of SpongeBob VegasPants." With 110 pages of material, only about 35 of it is devoted to the other four stories and an enjoyable read they were.

Aunt Val, his aunt, sounded like the aunt we all had or wish we had. His writing about her provided a glimpse of Wil (he would want us to be on a first name basis - after all, I am older by just a notch!) as a nephew who cared about his aunt. He experienced the thoughts and feelings we did when a loved one died.