The Book Expo is full of surprises. Sometimes you’re walking by a very short person, and you hear a man with round stylish glasses burst out, “Dr. Ruth!” You stop and eavesdrop, because the BEA gives you these little gifts along with the scheduled events.
Late afternoon, I looked for a free chair to drop into for a while and spotted one at a table across from an older woman who was on the phone about this and that. I was lost in my texting, but I noticed that a man with an Indian accent posed a question to her about Gloria Steinem. The woman’s response drew my attention. Such vitriol and so simplistic. I then looked at her name tag to see the PS named above. She’s still at it.
The adult author breakfast today includes DK, about which more will be related. For now — sipping coffee that tastes like water despite its being the color of the Central Park horse hooves, which I saw up close and personal yesterday, since their “hotel” is two doors down from mine.