A book tour of myths

Dear friends,
I think it bears saying that so much of publishing a book (and perhaps being a person for that matter) is deciding which myths to repeat and which to break. I'll break a myth here and say that a "book tour" is less a glamorous flit around America and more a scrappy dance that runs on the fumes of bookseller generosity, professional admiration, and that ineffable thing that maybe--if you're lucky--passes between a reader and your pages. "Fancy book tours haven't existed since 1997," says pal Sarah Marshall. "The last person who had a fancy book tour was Lil Bub." Nonetheless, I'm doing a little tour and I'd be delighted to see your face.

Another important myth to break is that ice cream is only to be eaten in summer! Lies. My favorite time of year for ice cream is actually winter--maybe it's something about snow outside and snow inside. Further, may I suggest adding a healthy dose of this hot fudge? Chilliness problem solved.

Finally, the book picked up a nice review from Kirkus and from Booklist too, who said "Eisenberg has crafted a beautiful and complicated ode to West Virginia. Exquisitely written, this is a powerful commentary on society's notions of gender, violence, and rural America. Readers of literary nonfiction will devour this title in one sitting."

yours in truth telling,
Emma