Last month I opened a box that had just been delivered expecting a gift for my youngest who turned four. Instead, I was quite surprised to see it was a box of books. MY books, or more specifically, my Advanced Reading Copies (ARCs) which I, or a publicist, send out to reviewers.
I wish I could say I became teary-eyed at the sight of them. Or that I jumped up and down and screamed. But I didn’t.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t excited or happy because I was. This should have happened years ago and I’m disappointed in myself that I took this long to make it happen.
But when I held it in my hand, I was surprised to see it wasn’t very big. It is a normal size book, of course, but it is so much slimmer than I’d anticipated. Two hundred and fifty-two pages don’t exactly make a phone book, but still I thought it’d be heftier.
Turns out the size of the effort is not always represented by the width of the spine.
Andrea Miles 
Wait a minute …did I just confuse your book (Trespassers) with thinking Gillian Flynn had a new one of the same name? ACK. Pregnancy brain.
You shouldn’t be disappointed in yourself…. Maybe God thought you weren’t ready until now….. Love you- Mom