Publishers Weekly Chooses Picture From The Outcast Signing!
Four years ago (or is it five?), I attended my first writerly luncheon. I was so nervous, I had to stop by the bathroom and run my hands under warm water to keep them from feeling dead. Staring into
How a Literary Idol Became My Friend
Four years ago, I attended the Southern Festival of Books in Nashville. I wore my big girl glasses, which I thought might make me look older and more literary, and my artsy best friend—who’d taught me how to color inside