The first few copies of The Girl of My Dreams are here. And as usual, it’s an incredible feeling to hold the book, to smell it, flip through, skim through the paragraphs, to imagine how a reader would react to plot points, to characters. It’s my thirteenth novel and yet the childlike excitement with which I rip through the bubble wrap and the brown cover never fades.
Just 11 more days for the book to reach bookstores. My heart’s beating out of my chest. I’m really looking forward to everyone to read this book and tell me if I have done a decent job of it.