Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e...
This comes out today. I've had an advanced reader on my coffee table for about five days now and still haven't managed the time to read it. What have I been doing? Working? Writing? It's a mystery. Anyway, I'll see what I can do about that. I haven't written a YA review (or any review for that matter) in many months. It's about time! I'd also like to mention that my advanced reader isn't your typical mock-up. It's a real hardcover with pretty pages and a shiny dust jacket. Meaning that if it didn't have 'ARC 2911' in sharpie on the textblock, it would look just like the real thing. (And what's this with sending advanced readers five days in advance? How's that supposed to give us any reasonable headstart? How are we supposed to circulate the thing and build up hype? No idea.)
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