I got my author copies!

I love books -- love the look, the feel, the weight, the texture of the covers vs the pages, the embossing, the gloss, the matte. I love curling up with them, holding them in my lap, tucking them into my purse. I'll read an occasional book on the computer, but it's got to grab me, because that's too much like work. (Haven't figured out yet how to curl up in my big chair with my little shepherd/terrier mix and the laptop.)

So it's a given that as much as I love books, I'm going to love my own even more. When the UPS guy handed me that big box, I knew what it was, of course, and could hardly wait to get back inside and rip it open. And there they were -- 48 gleaming, untouched, unspoiled copies of THE ASSASSIN. It was a real thrill to hold it in my hands, to flip through the pages and see my words there. A friend compared it to birthing a baby -- more like back-to-back babies, considering how long the revisions took (and it was a painful process, though I admit, it had nothing on real labor). It's just such a sense of accomplishment to see this terrific book in all its published glory, and know that I'm responsible.

And in twelve more days, I get to go to the stores and see it in the shelves. How exciting is that??? Rachel8:00 AM