Hey look! I wrote a book!
This special copy was handbound by the printer, sent to my publisher Abrams, and then flown directly to me. Literally one of the first off the press. I'll get more copies later, but right now this is the only specimen roaming free in the wild.
Holding it in my hands is weird. Indescribably thrilling, but weird. For a couple of years I've seen it as India ink on sheets of paper, pixels on my monitor, streaky inkjet printouts clipped into a three-ring binder, uncut proof sheets. All working toward this . . . this thing it was meant to be but which now seems strangely unfamiliar.I need to get used to this new look. It's somehow thicker than I expected. More substantial. It feels like a real 208-page book.
Man. What a rush!