A quick post to say that seeing your book twice the size of yourself at a conference is incredibly shocking and humbling. But even better are the stories people tell you about where they were when they read your book and how it made them feel.
I am always terrified that I'll have to make small talk at a conference and I'm SO BAD AT THAT. So imagine my surprise when the first person I met pulled me aside to tell me that she'd been reading my book on a train just after her grandmother died and she got to the part where...." Or the woman who tugged on my elbow before boarding a bus and whispered, "I haven't spoken to my father in a very long time but after reading..."And then the librarian who whispered to me during dinner, "Your book...my mother..."
These are small things, human things. But these are the things that matter, that feel bigger than a huge banner. These are the ways that books connect us. It's how we save each other, over and over again.
And obviously, my agent and my editor in this photo had to believe in this story in order for it to ever become a book. I'm so glad they're standing here with me.