thanking David Levithan, Books of Wonder, Ed Goldberg, and New York City for a special Sunday

Yesterday, in New York City, I joined the great cast of writers that
the truly great David Levithan had gathered at Books of Wonder, a store famous and hallowed and grand.
I met a student with a future, a librarian with a heart, a blogger with whom I'd corresponded, an AP English teacher, a science fiction writer, a
screenplay writer, super cool Wonder staff, others. K. M. Walton and I
compared war stories (we always do; this time I won). A.S. King swore
she'd been practicing her salsa (but I don't know; the girl does write
fiction). David revealed some of the new work on his Scholastic list,
and I sort of begged, I hope that's okay, for one of the ARCs. He also talked a bit (only because I asked) about his own Invisibility (with Andrea Cremer), due out this summer.



(David
Levithan did not reveal, however, how he maintains his fresh-faced good
looks after his long and uber successful week of moderating and hosting countless (all right, so someone counted them, probably even David himself) YA panels and
conversations.)



And then something else amazing
happened: Ed Goldberg, who wrote to me following the launch of HOUSE OF
DANCE and who has remained in touch ever since—a stalwart cheerleader in
times both green and fallow, a teacher, a librarian, a garden lover, a
dad, a man in love with his Susan—took the train into the city and
surprised me. Yes, indeed, the surprise was gonzo. And Beth Kephart, born on April Fools' Day, does not easily surprise.



After the signing, I wove through New York City. I share my quick snapshots here.



On the train there and back, I was reading Elizabeth Graver's new novel, The End of the Point.Help me, Rhonda: I can't wait to tell you about her book. (That is, if you
haven't already read about it everywhere, my friend Elizabeth now on bestseller
lists everywhere.)