Back “Home” at Powell’s

The Portland crowd turned out a warm welcome home to me at Powell’s tonight. Powell’s was one of my first off-campus discoveries when I moved to Portland for college when I was 17 y
ears old. Having been raised by a writer and a school librarian, I saw an entire city block of books as the equivalent of Disneyland. I would spend rainy Sundays there, where, thanks to used paperbacks, even my limited funds were sufficient to feed my habit. Being there for my own signing is incredibly special. (And speaking of special, a special thanks to my friend and the official event photographer, Jessica, whom I have known since she was a baby. You did a great job!)