Dear returning reader,
I have so much to tell you, I hardly know how to start this letter.
I want to tell you how wonderful the staff and readers are at Tattered Cover in downtown Denver, where I participated in my first official author reading and book signing. I want to tell you how heart-warming it is to be surrounded by talented authors, kind book lovers, a beautiful bookstore. I even had my uncle at my side as I signed copies of The Snow Child! It is a day I will never forget.
But I also want to tell you how much I’ve appreciated your emails, messages and tweets telling me where you have spotted The Snow Child. Here are just a few places where there have been “Snow Child sightings.”
- Buffalo, New York
- The Costco Connection magazine that goes out to Costco members and featured an interview with me and a review of The Snow Child this month.
- New Mexico
- Barnes & Noble in Baltimore, Maryland
- Kodiak, Alaska
- Olympia, Washington
- Laramie, Wyoming
- Powell’s Bookstore in Oregon
- Pittsburg, Kansas
- South Hadley, Massachusetts at the Odyssey Bookshop
- Lansing, Michigan
- Reno, Nevada
- Oprah Magazine, February issue, Page 111 (I had to see it to believe it.)
- Northwest Book Lovers blog
- Prairie Lights Bookstore in Iowa City
- Rome, Italy
- Flagstaff, Arizona Barnes & Noble
- Boyd Farm in Palmer, Alaska
It’s simply amazing!
But in the end, I want to tell you about my trip back home to Alaska last night. Flying out of Denver and across the United States, I suddenly felt incredibly homesick. I missed my family, my house, my dog, my normal life. But it was something more, something I couldn’t quite identify. I stared out the window, over the endless checkerboard of cities and farmland.
It wasn’t until the airplane crested the Chugach Mountains here in Alaska that I was able to understand a little more of my homesickness.
As I watched out the window, it seemed as if the snowy peaks would scrape the bottom of the airplane, and once we cleared them, Anchorage appeared as a small clump of lights surrounded by swaths of dark wilderness. The plane began to descend and circle out over Cook Inlet, where massive sheets of ice floated on the salt water. The captain reported that it was 2 below zero with a slight wind.
I can’t count how many times I have watched that view come into focus. But it didn’t stop me from taking in a quiet gasp.
This place is exhilarating. And I had missed it.