I am returned from a fan convention in Washington, a trip to my dear publisher Soho in New York, and a stock signing at the ever-friendly Mysterious Bookshop. Many wonderful and exciting things happened in the last two weeks, but here I'll mention something that happened at the very end.
I acquired a few books while I traveled, as you might imagine. Here is the state of my book bag when I picked it off the carousel at Sydney airport.
If that last little piece of fabric had failed, all the books would have been scattered across three airports and two continents.
2 comments:
Well, the folks that load luggage on to the planes are nicknamed 'baggage smashers'.
Hi Sarita!
Yep. My guess is the bag got caught in a machine somewhere along the line.
It's a small miracle the books weren't hurt.
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