|Cedric at 826 Boston's Night of One Thousand Stories|
|I loved the Scrabble tile centerpiece on our table|
|One of the fancy hors-d'oeuvres|
|Here I am with Bob|
|Tom Perrotta and Cedric|
|Hannah and Marika, two of the finest children's booksellers I've ever known|
|Here I am with Marika and Hannah|
|Odyssey Booksellers, Unite!|
|Wiley Cash, aka The Most Gracious Author In The Entire World|
Ahem. My face now the color of my shirt, I try to stammer out an apology/explanation/ retraction, but Wiley was the very portrait of graciousness.
Naturally I ended up sitting next to him at the dinner following the reception. Naturally. HarperCollins sponsored a dinner for six of their authors and it was pretty amazing. Wiley was there, plus debut author James Scott (who incidentally is practically my neighbor), the non-fiction writer Simon Winchester, and Christopher Moore, on whom I now I have a total reader crush. They were all terrific, telling the stories of their books and how they came to be published, but Christopher Moore reminded me palpably of my high school classmates from MSMS, the Mississippi School for Mathematics & Science: bright, funny, articulate, a little geeky, and the slightest undercurrent of introversion. He made me feel like I was among my people again, and I'm not sure there's a higher compliment I can pay. (How I managed not to snap photos of him or the rest of the other authors, I have no idea, especially since I apparently thought the desserts demanded documentation not once not twice, but three times. Totally my loss.)
|Well, okay, this dessert does look pretty fabulous|
|This is my fancy DNA-inspired book display|
|Graeme Simsion and me|
|L-R: Joan Grenier (store owner), Simsion, me, John Muse (rep from Simon & Schuster)|
Just read it. You can thank me later.