Thunder peals over the Boston Public Garden, the nation’s oldest, where I walked earlier this evening, admiring the late June roses half shattered to the ground. Tomorrow morning I get to talk with a TV book host named Smoki Bacon; apparently the show is syndicated in a dozen markets.
In the evening, at 7 pm, I will be at Gibson’s Bookstore in Concord, NH.
A long haul from San Francisco to Boston, which I spent reading Gone Girl, the tasty thriller that came out a bit before my novel.
Shout out to Book Passage in Marin, the most civilized and dapper of independent book stores. It really has class, and I thoroughly enjoyed putting my slide show through its paces. I haven’t done any reading from The Orphanmaster, just blathering about it, but I think I am going to start. Tell me, would you rather hear an author read, or spiel, or some combination of both?
Important news from The New York Times, but I’m going to wait a few days to tell it. Ha!