moToday, after school, I took my girls to a book fair with 16 local authors and illustrators. We got to meet and talk to Jane Dyer, Rich Michelson, Mo Willems (gasp) and Patricia Maclachlan (author of Sarah, Plain and Tall) and a dozen others, in a tiny school gymnasium. And it wasn’t even crowded. I shelled out $50 in the course of a few minutes, and could easily have spent $500 if I had the funds.

My daughters sort of think everyone’s an author, and don’t get that it’s a much bigger deal to get a signed book from the author of Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus than the author of A Mezuzah on the Door. But me? I’m star struck.
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