The Size of the Effort

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 IContinue reading “The Size of the Effort”

My Love of Books or Sure Signs of My Insanity

Everyone who knows anything about me is aware of my love of books. In fact, I’m a little fanatical about it. I’ve mentioned how going to the library as a kid brought me such joy, the slickness of the plastic covering as I ran my hands over the title of the books I’d chosen, the sound ofContinue reading “My Love of Books or Sure Signs of My Insanity”

A Bounty of Books from the Library

One of my favorite places to go when I was a kid was to the library. I loved browsing the library shelves, selecting old favorites and new titles. I remember watching the librarian stamping the books, a staccato rhythm as she stamped the inkpad and then the card in the back of the book, backContinue reading “A Bounty of Books from the Library”