Ah, BEA. I could feel the gravitational pull of Javits from our hotel. For 3 whole days, Javits Convention Center in New York, New York, that angular, light-filled building, was packed with brilliant booksellers whose brains swim in letters and words, authors who make it all possible, and the wily publishers and publicists who bring …
I was caught up in The Flight of Gemma Hardy, by Margot Livesey, when this passage stopped me cold and made me remember a scene from the children’s bookstore I worked in: “I was at the kitchen door when Robin started to scream. A few seconds later he barreled into me, his cheeks scarlet. In …
Ah, Ray. Like most people my age, I discovered Ray Bradbury in high school. It was Mr. Beckman’s English class, to be precise, at Pacific High School, Port Orford, Oregon. My freshman class of 75 kids was the largest in school history, with a graduating class of around 40. The mill closed that year and …
