I’m about halfway packed for Peru and halfway caught up on business stuff, so I think I deserve a little break to fill you in on the second half of the WINTERGIRLS tour.
This sums it up nicely. (One of the lovely things given to me by a reader while I was on the road.)
The last time I posted anything of significance, I was in Salt Lake City. From there, I went to Phoenix, then Houston, then Austin, then Oxford, MS, one of my favorite little towns in the South. Paid homage to Mr. Faulkner by visiting his house and
There was one minor hitch in Oxford. I drank wheatgrass juice. Why? Because everyone said how healthy and wonderful it was. (Can you hear my grandmothers asking me if I’d go over Niagara Falls in a barrel if everyone said how healthy and wonderful it was?)
Wheatgrass is healthy for some. Cows for example. And goats. Maybe pigs.
I am deathly allergic to mold. The mold that grows on wheatgrass (not visible, btw) does not hurt cows, goats, pigs or most people. It made me into one very sick author. Combine 48 hours of food poisoning with a severe asthmatic reaction and you’ll get the picture. It wasn’t pretty.
But the worst of it occurred in the airport and hotel room, and I was able to (ahem) gut out all of my events and interviews. Two days later, I was perfectly fine. I bet William Faulkner and my grandmothers had a big old laugh.
After MS came St. Louis, and after St. Louis, several days of speaking at a conference, schools, bookstores
and going on television. “Good Morning, Atlanta” to be precise. With massive amounts of make-up on. The woman who interviewed me couldn’t remember how to pronounce my name and became so flustered I felt really bad for her, which was good because I totally forgot to be nervous.
A great tee-shirt spotted at the conference. The phrase originated in a conversation I had with Gail Giles at an ALA cocktail party one year. Librarians are always listening, don’t you know.
While in Atlanta, I spoke at the Georgia Center of the Book and got to see my friend Terra Elan McVoy whose new awesome book, PURE, was published this week. You should buy it right now.
A bunch of bloggers came out to my Alpharetta signing. Not surprisingly, they blogged about it!
After Atlanta came South Florida, including a memorable stop at Books & Books In Coral Gables, where I got to finally meet the YAthenaeum girls, who all came dressed in the their winter(girls) whites and were patient with me as we tried to do the Time Warp. In addition to our dancing, the store hosted a wonderful poetry slam with area teens!
In Raleigh, North Carolina, I did not get to see David Macinnis Gill, because he is a really good dad and needed to be at one of his kids’ tournaments. His book, Soul Enchilada, came out this week, too. Please go buy that one ASAP and thank me when your ribs are aching from laughing.
However, I did get to meet the Eva Perry Mock Printz Book Club!!!! I LOVE these kids! I want to adopt them all. They won the 2009 Margaret A. Edwards Award for Best Literature Program for Teens, so I’m hoping I’ll get to hang out with them in Chicago at ALA this summer.
The crowd in NC was HUGE – the perfect way to cap off a spectacular tour. And then I got to fly home, where it was snowing sideways, but it didn’t matter because my BH was waiting for me.
Thank you, thank you to everyone who came out to see me!! And everyone who has purchased WINTERGIRLS – I got word today that the book made the New York Times Bestseller List for the third week in a row.
Now I just have to figure out what to wear in Peru…..