I had my second book party for Lillian’s Last Affair last night and seventeen fascinating folks attended. Several had already read the book and brought their copies for me to sign. Charles Coe – poet, friend, union comrade – generously held the party for me at his home. Mutual friends from the National Writers Union were there along with other avid readers.
This time the crowd demanded that I read from the sexy bits. (At the senior center book launch, I had been asked by the staff not to do so.)
A book party is a groovy opportunity for me. As a writer trying on my own to let people know about my labor of love, it’s one of the only means of engaging with readers about the book face-to-face. I have a couple of other fabulous friends who are talking about having a book party for me, opening up their own Rolodex to bring Lillian new readers.
I’m longing to read at salons, events, birthday parties, literary fairs, bat mitzvahs, sex ed conferences, senior housing, short story orgies – you name it. So if you want me – call me. Meanwhile, thank you Charles and all those who popped by.