Click for Thursday’s event! That doesn’t quite scan to Partridge in a Pear Tree, but close enough. In any case! My world tour — i.e., Tri-state, mid-Atlantic, Midwest, and midday tour — now concludes where it all began: Word Books in Brooklyn, just two blocks from the breakfast spot where Jezebel EIC Anna Holmes and I decided to do Fine Lines, and where we wandered over in search of some vintage titles to start with. (There actually weren’t any. But still!)
I will soon put up a gallery of all of my travels, without doing any one, two, three, etc. this and that, because I am too tired. (Three emergency warm-weather purchases from Michigan Avenue Gap plus some Benneton boots, you hardy, lying, Chicagoans! Okay, done.) But thank you, thank you all who came and listened to me, asked me questions and, most important, bought the book. You don’t even have to read it, honest.
Frankly, my favorite bookseller at Newark’s Penn Station told me, unprompted, that I was looking very very tired and that I needed to eat something. (”Really?” “Yes — you are not looking fresh!”) I will be wearing some extra under-eye concealer. But I will be funny! I think. Hard to tell — they don’t really laugh in the Midwest.