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BEA talk is cheap, but I'll let you know when I've bought a plane ticket

Doug's post on Jane Eyre is coming next week. So be prepared.

I've talked about BEA for about two years now. I've planned on going twice, and twice have my plans been foiled. But HOPEFULLY NOT THIS YEAR. Although I should add that I'm not planning on actually attending BEA: I just want to be in NYC while it's happening so I can go out for milkshakes with book bloggers.


So the current idea is Thursday/Friday/Saturday, leave Sunday. And you know what? I'm seeing the damn Statue of Liberty, and anyone who doesn't want to be a tool can come with, because I've been to New York approximately a billion times, and I've never seen the Statue of Liberty that my, according to my mother, kind of asshole great-grandparents saw when they came over from the Ukraine. FAMILY CONNECTIONS.


But for serious, I'm planning on going. End of May. And I want to meet you all and consume comestibles with you. So save up, fly in, and we can MAYBE have a super-awesome hotel room sleepover which we will get excited about while in the end falling asleep at 11 p.m. in front of a rerun of The Cosby Show.


that's how it's done

Who's going? Or hoping to go? Tell me now, that I might get psyched about this. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LIKE MEETING PEOPLE BECAUSE IT IS A LOT.

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