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I am home from the American Library Association, and frankly, even though I just got about ten hours of sleep, I’m exhausted. But in a good way.

The convention was in Atlanta, where I’ve never been before. (Which seems weird, since it is part of The South, collectively.) Anyway, the flight was fine, but the cab driver from the airport almost killed me. Twice. Between all the cursing, cutting into traffic and weird shortcuts that made me almost positive he was taking me somewhere to dismember me, it was quite an introduction to the city. I was just glad to get to the hotel.

Once at the hotel, I was dumbstruck. People: this was the Four Seasons. As in, NICE. Swanky beyond your wildest dreams. Let me just put it this way: I didn’t want to come home. I could just see myself living this totally-taken-care-of existence forever, in that big comfy Four Seasons bed with all the sweet-smelling Four Season soaps and shampoos. (And don’t think I didn’t cram them into my suitcase when I left. I mean, they expect you to do that, right? I hope so.)

Highlights of the trip:

I went to a luncheon for Paul Zindel, who wrote The Pigman and My Darling, My Hamburger, books I read when I was in high school. I met several really cool librarians. Even better, I actually met a few people who had read my books. (I’m not just saying that..I mean, here at home, not that many people have.) I met my Japanese publisher (what are the chances?) and hung out with Joan Bauer, my YA author role model. I walked so much I got blisters. (I wasn’t wearing sensible shoes.) All in all it was a GREAT trip. I meant to take more pictures, but everything was so busy it was impossible. So here are just two.

First, this is Patrick, from Minnesota. Don’t you wish your librarian looked like this?

And here’s me posing with a nine dollar (!) can of nuts from the minibar in my hotel room:

All in all, a good time. And yes: those nuts were very tasty.

I arrived home completely wiped out (read: comatose) to find This Lullaby had been reviewed on the book page of my local paper. (Disclaimer: I also write for this book page and this same editor. Which makes my book being reviewed there a little odd, at least to me. I mean, I WANT them to review it. But it’s just weird.)

That said, I’ll withold opinion on the review here, for various reasons. However, if you’d like to read it, click here, and then you can tell me what you think.

Or not. Whatever. It’s up to you. As for me, I’m shifting into pre-vacation mode. We leave on Thursday for a week in Cape Cod (hooray!) where things like reviews hopefully will fade blissfully from mind. Ah..I can feel it (sort of) happening already…