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sartorias) for lunch and then we wandered around midtown, admiring sapphire necklaces and leopard pins at Cartier’s, then stopping at Barnes & Noble so I could buy her Wren books for my agent Brian’s younger daughter and some manga for his older daughter. At the store, sartorias pounced upon the latest issues of Saiyuki with squeals of delight.
Then I went and had dinner with my agent, his family, and Robin McKinley. Since the conversation over dinner touched upon someone who had been indiscreet in a blog, I should probably say nothing other than that I had a great time, and OMG I autographed an ARC of my book for Robin McKinley!
Brian and I then went to the Rodale party. I asked him what to expect at BEA as we were looking for the ballroom the party was going on in. “Don’t get your hopes up too much,” he said. “This is BEA: everywhere you look, there’s a giant poster advertising some book that isn’t yours.” He pushed open the ballroom doors. There, directly facing us, was a giant poster advertising my book.
Everyone at the party was extremely nice and said many flattering things. My editor rounded up a bunch of booksellers and had me sign their ARCs. After the champagne and wine at Brian’s and a very strong gin and tonic at the party, I am a little scared of what I might have written in some of them. I met my publisher and a bunch of other Rodale people, and both the Kitchen Sisters from NPR. One of them tipped me off to the existence of a giant chocolate fondue fountain surrounded by skewers and fruits and marshmallows to hold under the ever-renewing sheets of dripping fondue. It was so glamorous.
Then I returned to my hotel and found that although I had tested the bed, I had neglected to test the pillow and it was too lumpy to sleep on. I hate this hotel.
sartorias) for lunch and then we wandered around midtown, admiring sapphire necklaces and leopard pins at Cartier’s, then stopping at Barnes & Noble so I could buy her Wren books for my agent Brian’s younger daughter and some manga for his older daughter. At the store, sartorias pounced upon the latest issues of Saiyuki with squeals of delight. Then I went and had dinner with my agent, his family, and Robin McKinley. Since the conversation over dinner touched upon someone who had been indiscreet in a blog, I should probably say nothing other than that I had a great time, and OMG I autographed an ARC of my book for Robin McKinley!
Brian and I then went to the Rodale party. I asked him what to expect at BEA as we were looking for the ballroom the party was going on in. “Don’t get your hopes up too much,” he said. “This is BEA: everywhere you look, there’s a giant poster advertising some book that isn’t yours.” He pushed open the ballroom doors. There, directly facing us, was a giant poster advertising my book.
Everyone at the party was extremely nice and said many flattering things. My editor rounded up a bunch of booksellers and had me sign their ARCs. After the champagne and wine at Brian’s and a very strong gin and tonic at the party, I am a little scared of what I might have written in some of them. I met my publisher and a bunch of other Rodale people, and both the Kitchen Sisters from NPR. One of them tipped me off to the existence of a giant chocolate fondue fountain surrounded by skewers and fruits and marshmallows to hold under the ever-renewing sheets of dripping fondue. It was so glamorous.
Then I returned to my hotel and found that although I had tested the bed, I had neglected to test the pillow and it was too lumpy to sleep on. I hate this hotel.