I get dizzy when I go into bookstores and libraries. Physically dizzy.
Granted, I do have vertigo but I don’t think that’s necessarily what sets me off every time. I think it’s the limitless possibilities I see in front of me, the stacks and piles of books that I couldn’t plow through in an entire lifetime even if I dedicated every minute that I have to just reading.
And yes, there’s an element of bittersweetness to that. I’m highly aware that I won’t ever make it through my TBR pile, and that if my tombstone listed all the books I wanted to read but didn’t get to it would be bigger than the Washington Monument. That makes me a little bit sad, but it’s also a testament to the nearly inexhaustible choices all readers have.
And of all those books, quite a few of you have picked me.
No, seriously. I’m not lying when I say that I sometimes walk into bookstores with full intent to find my stock and sign it, then I end up browsing, reading, lounging, buying, and walking back out having never even glanced at my own book. And I’m the author.
So HUGE thanks to everyone that went into a bookstore or library with the intention of picking up something with my name on it, and equal thanks to anyone that browsed, spotted my cover, read the flap and thought, “Sure, I’ll give this McGinnis girl a try.”