|Victoria Schwab and Me|
These days I'm happy when I remember to brush my teeth. Pretty and all the things I attribute to it have a whole lot less to do with hair color or fashion, and a whole lot more to do with the state of someone's heart. A pretty heart is easy to spot. I encountered a few over this past weekend at the Decatur Book Festival.
|Me and Saundra Mitchell|
Things like this have happened to me before people.
And then, I met them. And the majority of them were perfectly lovely.
|I was telling her she smelled |
I think it hit me when I watched Cassie Clare handle a signing line longer than the state of Georgia with grace and humor. Or maybe when Kirsten Miller told us at breakfast how she sold her first book, and the email she wrote to Neil Gaiman to request a blurb. Or it could've been that sweet hug I got from Carrie Ryan, or when I listened to Cinda Williams Chima calmly discuss Ohio at dinner, like I was her neighbor or something. (I was not calm. I was belting back sangria.)
|Me and CASSIE CLARE!|
It makes a difference.
Consider this. If I like a book, I'll suggest it. If I like a book and the author is kind to others, either in person or online? I'll hand sell it. After this weekend, I have quite a few books to put into reader's hands.
In addition to many wonderful writers, I was finally able to put a face with the name of so many Twitter/online friends. Vania Stoyanova, Shelli Johannes-Wells, Lori at Pure Imagination, @WritingLeigh, Krista Ashe, Regan Leigh, and I know I'm forgetting people. They were lovely, and I look forward to watching great things happen for all of them. I'm still going on the energy I got from laughing and talking with them.
So, to sum it up, my weekend in Decatur brought me to this conclusion:
If pretty is as pretty does, everyone involved with the Young Adult book community is drop-freaking-dead-gorgeous. On the inside, where it counts.
|Rachel Hawkins, Myra McEntire, Victoria Schwab|