Sara J. Henry's Blog, page 12

Looks Like I'll Be a Target Emerging Author

I'm very pleased to announce that the paperback of Learning to Swim , which will be out Dec. 20 from Broadway Books (Random House), has been selected as a Target Emerging Author pick. This means, yes, you will find it at your favorite Target store.



(I've mentioned this on Facebook and Twitter but somehow neglected to post it on my blog, so forgive me if you've already seen this news.)



A big thanks to the lovely paperback team at Broadway who helped make this happen.

What Borders' Sale Does to Your Sales Stats

They go up, up, up - and then plummet. Yes, these are my stats. It's sobering to realize just how many sales reported in Book Scan had been coming from Borders. RIP.





BookScan results for my novel LEARNING TO SWIM

Some of the Reasons I Love Bouchercon

Daniel Woodrell, Lisa Lutz


Katie Estill, Rosanne Coleman




Katie Estill


David Hayward, Lisa Lutz


David Hayward, Lisa Lutz






Daniel Woodrell, me, Reed Farrel Coleman (C McCann photo)


Christine McCann, Ben LeRoy, me


Simon Toyne, me


Katie Estill, Daniel Woodrell, me




me, Simon Toyne, Ryan David Jahn, Taylor Stevens (C McCann photo)
Photos by yours truly, except where noted - and of course the photo booth ones. (You can register now for next...

Why Grownups Don't Cry

I loved this post so much I'm reposting the entire thing, from Australian novelist Penni Russon:

Why don't grownups cry?

Recently you said to me "Why don't grown ups cry? Why don't you ever cry?"

Amazed, I said "I cry! You've seen me cry."You said, "Have I?" And again, incredulous, "Have I?"

I have sat down on the floor beside you and sobbed, from tiredness or grief or anger or hunger or because my blood burned with sugar. I have cried from hopelessness, because I am terrible at...

Never Underestimate a Photo Booth

The two high school scientist friends I rendezvoused with in St. Louis this weekend after the wonderful/astounding mystery convention that is Bouchercon tried to suggest there's not much difference between science conferences and writers conferences.



Then I said, Bet you don't have photo booths.



That they conceded. 





Three writers, a reader, a publisher, and yours truly

The two high school scientist friends I rendezvoused with...

The two high school scientist friends I rendezvoused with in St. Louis this weekend after the wonderful/astounding mystery convention that is Bouchercon tried to suggest there's not much difference between science conferences and writers conferences.



Then I said, Bet you don't have photo booths.



That they conceded. 

I Am Loving This Review of My Book

Okay, okay, this is the automatic translation from the original Polish, but I like it! Maybe because "not painted, not doing the shopping, and not wear dress" is such a great description. And I love this: "Stimulation of maternal instinct, rapid thread crime and a pinch of awakening is a timid romance elements that guarantee the success of the book." Never mind being compared to Harlan Coben.



Troy Chance, the main heroine of the novel, "Learning to swim" never imagined that in an insta...

And Now I'm Heading off to Bouchercon

Which is just about the most incredible event ever - this year it's in St. Louis, where somehow three of my high school classmates ended up, so I'll get to see them as well as my Bouchercon buddies. If you're anywhere thereabouts, come visit - you can get a day pass to the conference or one for the entire thing on site. Lots of phenomenal panels; lots of great writers milling about. And books for sale.



Hope to see you there.



PS I'm on a panel Friday morning at 8:30, but will be around - ple...

Apparently, I Like Reading the New York Times

Just saw my "stats" for the last month for the New York Times, which I start my day with. Guess I'll be at a loss when my free online subscription runs out at the end of the year - because the Times only allows 20 free articles a month. Clearly, I read more than that. Alas.

Things I'm Grateful for (in No Particular Order)

That there's a nice market two miles from my house, where the people working always smile at me
That even though it's raining again, my river did not overflow, and my road did not wash out, and my house did not wash away like the ones I saw yesterday
That there is a vet five minutes from my house, where I can rush my oldest dog when she is mysteriously and suddenly covered in blood (which turns out to be from a broken toenail)
That entering the writing world has brought me in contact with a...