I am back from New Orleans, and I’m going to tell you the worst-kept secret in children’s publishing: librarians know how to have them a good time!
After a couple years of working more or less quietly away and staying behind the curtain, it was nice to get out and be Author Sara Zarr and introduce How to Save a Life to (and have a blast with!) so many of the people who will help get it into the hands of readers. And, it was great to get a chance to meet some blog and twitter friends; thanks so much for coming by the booth to say hi.
Watching Paolo Bacigalupi receive his well-deserved Printz for Ship Breaker was a thrill, as was getting to hear all the honor book authors speak. And I got to meet and hang out with relentlessly fabulous Little, Brown compatriots Karen Healey and Daniel Handler – authors of The Shattering and Why We Broke Up, respectively, which both sound terrific.
Actually, everyone at Little, Brown is pretty amazing, and it was good to see some of the people who make my books happen (you know, after I labor for a couple of years…) and I’m happy to say I just signed on for another book with them. Right now it’s called The Lucy Variations and tentatively slated for early 2013.
And then it was all over! And I failed to take a single picture. Wait, no, I used my cell phone to snap a photo of a chicken crossing St. Charles Avenue, but it didn’t turn out. Yes, a live chicken, walking around downtown. Possibly putting some distance between it and Herbsaint, where I had seared chicken confit that was maybe the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.
Anyway, as much fun as I had and as much as I miss air conditioning, I’m tremendously happy to be back in my own (un-air-conditioned) home. I traveled 20 days in June and it felt good to put the suitcase away this morning and know I’m staying put for awhile.
P.S. I did end up reading that Wall Street Journal article after all, and my latest Good Letters is sort of in response to it, and sort of not, and definitely not the whole of what I think, but it is one slice of what I’ve been stewing over since this issue and the YA Saves response first began to simmer. (That was a lot of cooking imagery. Time for dinner.)






