Oh, wait, not REM…
More like shiny seals, happy people…or one person, anyway: me…holding one book.
Purty, ain’t it? How did they know I grew up on fish? I learned how to tackle fish bones stuck in my throat around the age of 4.
My publisher sent me a copy of my book with the lovely new seal on it! And I
have to get to go to the ALA Awards Banquet later this year. I hope there’s good food…maybe fish? 🙂