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.
You shouldn’t be disappointed in yourself…. Maybe God thought you weren’t ready until now….. Love you- Mom
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.