I’ve become a bit of a maniac in the grocery store. It started with the Toronto Sun. I stood at the newspaper stand, flipping through it to find the Star Spaces story about my “decorating,” complete with a photo of the mural I painted with M & H. An old man was standing at the stand, too, complaining about the ubiquity of bad news. “Then have a look at this!” I crowed. “It’s about me and my new book!”
He smiled and said, in Yiddish, “Zei Gezunt.” (Be well.)
I smiled back and said, “A gezunt oif dein kop.” (Health on your head.)
Back to the grocery store yesterday to pick up the March issue of Chatelaine, turning to page 176. Yes! A photo of the book cover. A half-page spread with author (OMG that’s me!) Q & A. But the thrill wasn’t over yet.
There, in Loblaws, was Web of Angels. Right next to all those Grisham-like thrillers, my book! My lovely, difficult, perfect baby.
I grabbed a copy, walked right up to the poor middle-aged woman standing behind the service counter, and held up the book. “See this?” I asked. Then flipped open the cover to show the author photo. “And this? My book is here!”