Wow, today was exhausting! I did TWENTY-FOUR radio interviews today, a few national, most regional, from LA to Boston to Baltimore to Ontario to West Palm Beach. If there are clips of any of them online, I’ll post them here if I can find ‘em.

When I was a little girl, I loved books as much as I do now, even before I could read. I never got tired of being read to. Finally–this is one of those family-mythology stories that’s been told to me so often I don’t know if I actually remember it, or remember only the telling–my paternal grandfather, whose ridiculous love and indulgence of me was matched only by his fearsome temper and stubbornness, decided that he would, in essence, read me into submission. He would read to me until I no longer requested another book to be read.

I broke that old man. He wore his voice out and still I, delighted at the endless stories, begged him, “One more, Papa?” until he gave up and said he could read no more.

Tonight, my grandfather got his own back. I know how he feels!

(But I’ll have my bounce back for the reading at the Boston Public Library tomorrow, Wednesday the 10th, at 6pm! Hope to see you there.)