The book fair was crazy. I met so many teen readers, it was amazing. Funny, smart, lovely girls who love reading. (And a couple of smart, charming boys who did, too, but mostly girls.)
(Cassandra Clare must have been dead at the end of things, because her line was in. sane. I feel like we are neighbors, Ms. Clare and I, because we so frequently share a bookshelf. Bookstore neighbors, so I can't tell you if she would throw raucous parties on a Saturday night, but I can say she gave one of the best answers I've heard to the "Do you ever get Writer's block?" question. I'm
Many many book bloggers stopped by my table to say 'hi,' and I met even more! I think this whole Social Media Networking thing may catch on. I don't know. That's what folks tell me, though I'm just happy to use it as an excuse to whine on Twitter about Too Much Perfume Woman at my gym.
Lauren Willig and I may be secretly the same person, except that she's composed and adorable and lives in New York which automatically makes her a thousand times more cool than me.
Michele Jaffe made me laugh until
(It is impossible to be in a bad mood after Love Shack by the B-52s comes on the radio. This is a law of the universe, like gravity and the speed of light.)
Speaking of-- I had too much fun signing Karaoke on Friday, though it did give me a nice Kathleen Turner huskiness to my reading from Texas Gothic on Saturday.
And I don't know if it really never rains in Southern California, but man it gets cold. I was inadequately prepared for the freakish cold snap in Los Angeles. It wouldn't have been so bad except for the rather frigid wind... and the fact I brought one (1) sweater, and it was a thin one.
Question: What am I doing with my one day home?
Answer: Laundry. Tomorrow I head out to Austin for the Texas Library Association's conference. Yay!