I had a great day yesterday promoting Darkwoods with my friend Selah. The first private bookstore we went to looked smaller than my bedroom from the outside, but inside it was a labyrinth of bookshelves stacked all the way to the ceiling. Selah's eyes got dreamy and she spent forty-five minutes floating among the books while I talked with the owner. I later apologized that it was so boring, and she said, "Marta, there were books! It wasn't boring at all!"