Nobody said that book tours were going to be a piece of cake. I've already encountered the strange bathtub in the middle of the room and the photograph of an Afghan tribesman in my bathroom--making me wonder if I should be showering in a burka--but today I had to run the gauntlet even to reach the Seattle Mystery Bookstore. Yes, they have the entire street outside being dug up by bulldozers, jackhammers and every kind of noisy equipment. In spite of all this the bookstore is warm and welcoming as ever, I'm met by fans oof my books, some with bags full of my entire writing history, waiting to be signed.I am always impressed and humbled the lengths to which readers will go to make it to their favorite bookstore and meet their faborite authors. In this case it's no pavement, no parking, noise and chaos and yet people still come.
A tribute to the bookstore, I suspect. So thank you again. It's good to be in Seattle and it's not even raining!
[click on the strange bathtub link to get to her blog, Rhys's Pieces]