When I was a kid, I used to spend time with my mom in Boston. I’d walk from her house to Newbury Street, where I’d check out the offerings at FAO Schwarz and get a slice from Newbury Pizza (I haven’t been there in years, but I still remember it as the best pizza I ever ate). I never bought anything (except the pizza), but I could spend an entire afternoon walking that stretch of amazing stores, peering into windows, poring over merchandise. Never did I imagine that I would play a role in making something that would be sold there.
But over the weekend I got an email from our friend Chris, who just happened to be browsing at Trident Books when his eye noticed a familiar cover.
As exciting as it is to hold a copy of our book in the familiar surround of the studio, it’s more improbable still to think if it out there in the wilderness, being seen and maybe even looked at by total strangers.
But that is, after all, the fate of a book, to be judged by its cover.
I wonder what the little boys who happen to walk past it in the store might become one day.
