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The return

Posted on January 24th, 2010 by annakjarzab

Hi folks! Some of you might be wondering where on God’s green goodness I’ve been in the past few weeks, because it certainly hasn’t been at my desk, blogging. I assure you that there is a good reason for this: I haven’t had Internet in my apartment in over a month, because I moved, and our new apartment didn’t have a cable hookup so we had to have one installed, which is harder than one might imagine and anyway, long story short, the guy from Time Warner came today and after a snafu or two with the modem, we are in business!

So I’m back in black, as they say. As you might imagine, the last few weeks have been quite the whirlwind. First, All Unquiet Things was officially delivered to the world on January 12th. My lovely friends have been sending me pictures of it in bookstores. Let me share a few with you:

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My beautiful cousin Emma

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My beautiful sister Fish

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The thing that’s interesting about that last photo (if you can’t see it, it’s in the bottom left hand corner) is that I went to that store on a whim yesterday after buying tickets to see Up in the Air (more on that in a later post, probably). I was afraid it’d be sold out but I’m too cheap to pay the Fandango surcharge (and like I said, no Internet at the homestead until today). I had some time on my hands, so I went to the theater early, bought the tickets (it wasn’t sold out, but seeing Golden Globe/Oscar award-winning/nominated films in New York can be tricky sometimes on weekend nights and I wanted to be sure), and headed over to this store (which shall remain nameless! No favoritism here) just to check to see if they had AUT, because, you know, NEUROTIC WRITER TYPE.

Anyway, I couldn’t find it anywhere–not under J in the Teen section, not in the New for Teens section, nowhere. I was a little frustrated, because of the aforementioned capitalized phrase, and I asked a store associate for some assistance. She told me they had it: it was just in the New Fiction section. The New adult Fiction section. And there it is, posing as a book for adults. Crossover! What an exciting word. I hope adults (and not just adults who read YA) will pick AUT up and read it, just as I hope teens will. I think it’s a great book for both age groups, and they’re pretty fluid anyway.

Other things have happened, too. I had my bookseller/librarian dinner that Random House so very graciously arranged, which was wonderful. Then I had my birthday, which was also wonderful–I truly have the best friends in the world. On Saturday, those same amazing friends threw me a book party. I can’t even tell you how cool it was. I saw people I haven’t seen since college–since high school. And there were even some surprises–people I didn’t even know lived in New York came to wish me luck, and it was so great to see them.

My best friends took the book cover image and blew it up poster sized, then taped it to the wall for everybody to “blurb”. Some people wrote sweet things, some people wrote funny things, some people wrote mock-insulting things (my favorites, inspired by MD’s hilarious “blurbs” from a couple of months ago). I’m going to frame it and hang it on my wall over my dresser–I’ll take a picture when I do so you can see it in all its glory. Oh, and there was also this:

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When I got to the party and saw the poster, I was so blown away, but then Nikki said, “Oh you just wait. There’s another surprise.” I guessed pretty quickly it was a cake, and then was alarmed, because I know that picture cakes cost A FORTUNE, several hundred dollars at least. But oh no, no no. Nikki made one herself. And look at how magnificent it is. Better than anything Ace of Cakes could’ve churned out, that’s for damn sure. That’s a Vanessa Hudgens doll posing as dead Carly, if you were curious.

The next day, I headed off to ALA to attend the “It’s a First!” cocktail reception. I got to take the train, because ALA was in Boston. I’d never taken a train like that (I’ve taken the subway and, like Metra and New Jersey transit and stuff, but never Amtrak) and it was so great. Joanna said called it “romantic”, and that’s exactly what it was. It was sort of a gloomy day, so these photos don’t seem too cool, but when we rounded the bend somewhere in Queens and caught sight of Manhattan, my nose was glued to the window.

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There were four debut RH authors at the reception, so I wanted to read everybody’s books before I got there. I almost succeeded! A for effort. I’d read Jame Richards’ Three Rivers Rising (a novel in verse about the Jamestown Flood; Jame is one of my fellow Tenners) a while ago, and I finished Swati Avasthi’s Split on the train. Let me prove it to you:

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Okay, I realize that is just a picture and doesn’t prove that I finished it, but I did. It’s a great book about a teen boy running from an abusive household, and at some parts it was just so terribly sad and gruesome that I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t, because it was so compelling. I liked how brutally honest it was about abuse and what it can do to the people affected by it, how it can change them and trap them and push them away and pull them back in. The relationships between Jace and his brother Christian were so true, I was very impressed by that. Also, Swati is just a doll; it turned out that she was reading AUT, too, at the same time. Coincidence!

This entry is getting so long, so I’m just going to give you a little rundown of what I did at ALA, with a few iPhone pics to illustrate, and then sign off till next time.

When I got to Boston, I took this picture:

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I took that on the walk from my hotel to the convention center, because I was in Boston for less than twenty-four hours and most of those were nighttime/early morning hours. My cabbie was horrified by this and made me promise to return someday. I assured him I would, because Boston’s been on my long-time to-visit list for a while and now that things have calmed a little maybe my friends and I will make a road trip out of it soon.

I went to the convention for a few hours and mostly hung around the RH and Penguin booths. Here are some pictures of that:

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Okay, yeah, I had to take a picture of my own book. SO SUE ME! Wait, don’t. All the ARCs, of my book and everyone else’s at every house, was yoinked on Friday, so I got next to nothing, but c’est la vie. Must not be greedy!

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Some Penguin-y books as well.

What did people do before iPhones? Oh, carry around actual cameras, you say? How boring.

Then I left the convention and went back to my hotel to ready myself for the reception and meet my editor. The reception was great, as events with librarians always are. I got to meet some awesome new people–librarians are so friendly and love to chat about books, and there’s nothing I’d rather chat about, honestly–and see some awesome people I already know, mostly RH people. My audio editor and producer were there, and it was great to see them. It was also really nice to spend so much quality time with my editor and publisher. I’m really lucky in that because I live in New York, I get many more opportunities to see and talk to my editor than writers who don’t live in New York do. It’s a great thing she’s such a smart, interesting person–I love talking books and publishing with her.

Because I was feeling sick, after dinner with my editor and publisher I went upstairs to sleep. Okay, I watched the Golden Globes, then I slept. I woke up very early in the morning to follow the ALA awards Twitter feed, then went back to sleep. Then I met my editor to get on the train and we went back to New York, where I collapsed from illness and fatigue.

One other interesting, writing relating thing happened at ALA, and I’m going to blog about it, but not now. Now is the time to put this post to bed so that I don’t break everyone’s Google Readers by making it any longer. I’m going to go program our DVR to tape 30 Rock now! Cheers all.