Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I can't guarantee that my hair won't be wild (though I can promise that it won't be as wild as a certain dancing pro on a certain dancing show last evening). I can't guarantee that I won't, as in years past, be standing there in the autographing arena beside Jodi Picoult (guess whose line was longer? guess who managed through it?). But I can tell you that I'll be there, with galleys of You Are My Only (Egmont USA), and this fancy-schmancy bookmark.
Thanks to those of you who have written to say you've scheduled this signing in. I can't wait to see you.