This morning, I woke up to a text from a friend, “In this week’s print edition of The New Yorker!” To see my book reviewed in the print magazine brings back memories of my brother and I fighting over The New Yorker. As children of back-to-the-land parents, we grew up without a TV and liked to compete by reading things fast. Our rivalry was a reading rivalry.
I didn’t get this one yet! My heart is going to burst!
Thanks, Heather, love you! I'm going to frame it!
Yippie 💫
definitely going to frame it!