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Just one more day until THE HARLEQUIN hits the shelves. One more day before all you guys that have been waiting can have a book in your hands. Then I have to give you guys a few days to actually read the book. I know, I know, some of you will have read it already, and some of you will devour it in line, or close to, but for all the rest of the fans I have to wait. I have to give them some time. What happens when I give you time to finish reading? I finally get to talk about the book.
I normally don’t do that, but there’s something about Edward being on stage after so long that has made me want to share. If I had been able to share without spoiling the book for everyone I would have blogged about how creepy Olaf was, and how this or that new character was more interesting than I’d planned. How this one character kept trying to steal scenes when they were in them.
Maybe it’s the fact that it’s book 15 that made me want to share. Some of you guys have been with me from the beginning. You remember when no one cared. You remember when you said my name, they said, Laurell Hamilton, who?
To those of you who are recent arrivals to my world, welcome. You guys have a lot of world to explore. Fifteen books, a novelette, a short story, or two, all set in Anita’s world. I hear from more and more of you that you just found me. Just found Anita’s world, or Merry’s, or both.
I’d had people tell me that they had seen people reading my books on subways, trains, planes, in the park, but I had never seen it. Until the trip home from New York. I got on the plane and three rows in front of us a man was reading OBSIDIAN BUTTERFLY. Jon and I made no sign as we eased past him, but when we’d settled into our seats Jon asked, “Did you see the man reading O.B?” I said, “I saw.”
It seemed right somehow, that the first time I see someone reading my books in public was now, just before book 15, and that it would be OBSIDIAN BUTTERFLY, Edward’s last appearance, just seemed a good omen to me.
A woman at BEA said the loveliest thing to me. She said, “Your books make me feel less lonely.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever had a better compliment.