This week I bought my seven-year-old son an unedited and beautifully illustrated version of A Christmas Carol. It's long and detailed and plump with magic and the true meaning of Christmas. We started reading it together last night.
And for me? I bought the original Peter Pan (as it suddenly has relevance to my current YA WIP which is magical realism), and Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.
After spending hours in bookstores signing stock, giving talks and milling about with customers promoting Negotiation Generation, I still find my way to them to round out my Christmas shopping. This year’s stash includes Ann Packer’s Songs Without Words; Ronlyn Domingue’s The Mercy of Thin Air; and Carol Goodman’s The Sonnet Lover. Oh wait, am I suppose to be shopping for other people?
In NG news—this week my fantastic agent sold the rights to translate my parenting book into Chinese! It will be such a thrill to see a foreign edition of my book.