Not my book unfortunately but the first one I have ever attended. It was for a romantic fiction book, which is not my sort of thing at all, but the author is the same writing group as me so I thought I would be supportive, plus I wanted to see what happen in one. I dragged my wife along with the promise of a cocktail afterwards so I wouldn’t look like a friendless weirdo at book launch for a book aimed at women, plus I like cocktails.
It was at the local library and we arrived a few minutes early, I was pleasantly surprised to see how many people had turned up. I was given a questionable glass of wine (the same brand as I use for cooking but let’s not hold that against her!) Unfortunately, all the good seats had been taken so we had to sit in the front, directly in the eye line of the author, so I had to maintain a smile on my face throughout as not to put her off. As a rule, I don’t like smiling it’s not a good look for me. In fact as I write this I’m wondering if that was a mistake, having a grinning idiot looking at you all the time you speak could have been very unnerving.
She started with the tale of how her book had come about, from an idea when she was eleven. It was very interesting and I marvelled at the amount of edits and re-writes it went through before it was now ready to be launched into the world.
She read the very first chapter and then answered some questions. She had quite a few, some of them a bit odd, all of which she answered very well.
Then came the book signing. I thought I would buy a copy for my nieces as to be frank it was really not my type of book. However, when I reached her I couldn’t remember which one was the oldest. I didn’t want to incur my sister wrath by sending an inappropriate book to the youngest. I babbled something about how I had forgotten which is the oldest and just to sign in. She probably thought I was a secrete reader of woman’s fiction and just made the mysterious unnamed nieces up on the spot, after all what sort of useless uncle can’t remember the ages of nieces? You might be wondering if my sister will be cross at me for forgetting the names, but I know she doesn’t read my blog because I’ve added in some references to her before as she has never mentioned them. I should add, in my defence, I do have a problem with names and I’m forever mixing people up.
With the signed book safely stored in my wife’s handbag we headed off to get a very enjoyable cocktail, I had a Bellini which would again suggest I secretly liked woman’s fiction. I haven’t posted the book off yet because my wife said she might read it first.
The book does look good, if you like that sort of thing, so go and buy a copy, you could get one for your niece.