Jorien, my publicist at Arena, picked me up at the Amsterdam airport this morning and took me to the Ambassad Hotel, which is apparently the hotel at which all of the publishers here put up their foreign writers. It has a library filled with signed books donated by its former guests. Cool, right?
I tried to force myself to stay awake in order to adjust to the time difference, but I succumbed to an afternoon nap before hitting the town in search of toothpaste and dinner. Amsterdam is rainy and lovely and packed to the gills with bookstores. I spent a couple of hours being overwhelmed with gratitude as I window shopped and walked in circles before getting some noodle soup and calling it a night.
On my way back, I noticed this boat moored out in front of my hotel. Is that serendipitous or what? For those who don’t know, much of my book is set in Borneo.
Hopping on a train to Antwerp first thing in the morning for a crazy day of press tomorrow. Of course, I forgot to get the toothpaste. And no, I’m not stoned. I’m just like this.
Causes Jillian Lauren Supports
Amnesty International, Heifer International, The ACLU, KCRW