It happens every time, in every city, with every book tour.
I'll do a reading, and talk about my new book—where I got the inspiration, how I decided on a setting, which characters were my favorites, what messages I hope readers take away. I'll answer questions from the audience; then, when there's no global pandemic, I'll sit and sign books and pose for pictures. Readers wait in line patiently. They wrap their arms around me, and press their cheeks close to mine as we smile for the camera.
And every time, at least one woman touches my arm, and says, "I feel like we could be best friends!" I smile back, and say something polite. And every time, my heart breaks a little bit. Because, every time, a voice inside of me says, Where were you when I was in junior high?
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