So by now you already know that I got my advance reader copies of HEXED because I’ve shouted about it on every social media outlet known to man. But I didn’t get to shout about it on here yet, and that’s a big problem, obvi, so here I am now to rectify that.
I GOT MY ADVANCE READER COPIES OF HEXED!!!!
And here they are, in all their glory, from multiple different angles and in different flattering lights. Aren’t they glorious?
Many people have asked how it felt to see the ARCs for the first time. (Actually that’s a lie, but I just want to tell you about it, okay? Humor me.)
I didn’t scream when I first opened the box, like I thought I might. I just quietly picked out the top book on the pile and flipped through the pages, turning it back to front, inspecting it with a goofy grin on my face while my husband awkwardly filmed me on his cellphone, probably wondering why I wasn’t reacting like he thought I would. I was just too overwhelmed to feel much of anything in the moment. And then I found this letter from my amazing editor on the top of the box:
And I started to cry.
There’s so much hard work and frustration that goes into the long, long process of writing a book that it’s sometimes too easy to forget how amazing it is that something I wrote is going to be a real book, on real bookshelves in real, live bookstores. And then every once in a while something will come along and it will hit me (usually rather violently), how incredibly fortunate I am to be in this position. That so many people came together to give me this opportunity to hold a book I wrote in my hands.
So to answer the question I was never really asked: I felt proud and humbled and grateful and fortunate and big and small. Basically, I had all the feelings.
But the absolute best part of getting these ARCs? I finally got to give my sister a copy. Let me explain:
I’m a really bad secret-keeper. I tell my twin sister Brandy EVERYTHING, whether it’s interesting or she wants to hear it or not. So it was incredibly, incredibly difficult for me not to blurt out this particular secret to her. In fact, I almost did on multiple occasions. But in the end I was really glad I didn’t when Brandy finally opened up her copy and saw this:
Her reaction? Priceless, and completely worth over a year of waiting to show her. Of course, like any normal human, I was there with a camera to snap pictures of her crying to post publicly on the internet.
Is that not the best? Like, ever? Unless of course those are legit-upset tears. And Scarlett is consoling her. “Don’t worry, Mommy. Probably no one will read it anyway.”