Today is my Book Birthday, the official release date of my new novel, The War I Finally Won. It's a fabulous day, as pleasing to me as my recent actual birthday--and I loved my actual birthday.
I find I have something to say:
--to the 500 sixth-graders crammed yesterday onto a middle-school cafeteria floor, who listened to every word I said;
--to the student yesterday who handed me a copy of Jefferson's Sons for signing and said, "Thank you for writing this;"
--to the student yesterday who confided to me that they were being raised in foster care, and that when I said, "That's hard. You must be strong and brave," looked me dead in the eye and said, "I am strong and brave;"
--to the parent last night with tears in their eyes, telling me how TWTSML reflected their own reality of adopting traumatized children;
--to the student in the back row who dabbed when I came in, causing me to dab (in an embarrassing middle-aged white woman kind of way) (which the students nevertheless received with touching enthusiasm) on my way out;
--to whoever stuck the sign next to the white board for one of my presentations yesterday that read, "Kimberly Brubaker Bradley--welcome home;"
--to whoever wrote the early review saying, "Ada is for the ages;"
--to my author friends who thought 9 revisions astonishingly many, and even more to my (very few) author friends who thought 9 revisions astonishingly few;
--to the 50 or so people at Penguin Random House who worked very very hard to turn my words into an actual physical marketed on-sale book;
--to my agent, Ginger Knowlton, who loved it before anyone else, and that includes the rest of my family;
--to the indomitable Jayne Entwistle, reader of the audio version, who magically matched Ada's physical voice to her true one;
--to my mom, who thought it was better than the first one;
--to my dad, who caught a bad mistake on page 318 that no one else would have;
--to my daughter, who made one crucial change to the ending;
--to my son, who reminded me to try not to suck;
--to my husband, who helps me find the best stories;
--to Jessica Dandino Garrison, my amazing editor. The book is dedicated to her because she worked so hard and well on it that she deserved to have her name on it;
--to all of you who read it and will read it:
Happy Birthday. This book also belongs to you.
Love,
Kim
I find I have something to say:
--to the 500 sixth-graders crammed yesterday onto a middle-school cafeteria floor, who listened to every word I said;
--to the student yesterday who handed me a copy of Jefferson's Sons for signing and said, "Thank you for writing this;"
--to the student yesterday who confided to me that they were being raised in foster care, and that when I said, "That's hard. You must be strong and brave," looked me dead in the eye and said, "I am strong and brave;"
--to the parent last night with tears in their eyes, telling me how TWTSML reflected their own reality of adopting traumatized children;
--to the student in the back row who dabbed when I came in, causing me to dab (in an embarrassing middle-aged white woman kind of way) (which the students nevertheless received with touching enthusiasm) on my way out;
--to whoever stuck the sign next to the white board for one of my presentations yesterday that read, "Kimberly Brubaker Bradley--welcome home;"
--to whoever wrote the early review saying, "Ada is for the ages;"
--to my author friends who thought 9 revisions astonishingly many, and even more to my (very few) author friends who thought 9 revisions astonishingly few;
--to the 50 or so people at Penguin Random House who worked very very hard to turn my words into an actual physical marketed on-sale book;
--to my agent, Ginger Knowlton, who loved it before anyone else, and that includes the rest of my family;
--to the indomitable Jayne Entwistle, reader of the audio version, who magically matched Ada's physical voice to her true one;
--to my mom, who thought it was better than the first one;
--to my dad, who caught a bad mistake on page 318 that no one else would have;
--to my daughter, who made one crucial change to the ending;
--to my son, who reminded me to try not to suck;
--to my husband, who helps me find the best stories;
--to Jessica Dandino Garrison, my amazing editor. The book is dedicated to her because she worked so hard and well on it that she deserved to have her name on it;
--to all of you who read it and will read it:
Happy Birthday. This book also belongs to you.
Love,
Kim
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