Karen at conversation in the bookstore, frequently with herself.
“So many white dudes. I want the new Karen Lord, L, L, no. Um, I wonder if… no, this is sci-fi, where’s YA. Sherri Smith, I think? Yeah, Flygirl, Smith. S, s, s, no! What do I have to do get Orleans? Or the new Seanan McGuire?*”
“Lili! Gotta read Lili. Oh, and the Steampunk anthology! Dylan’s in that, he sent me his story, I haven’t read it yet, I suck, what else is in it? Oh, this looks fun. Holly, and Libba, and ooh, comics! Look, Matt, look! Comics! Yeah, I’m getting this. Lili’s Love-Shy, and Dylan’s steampunk.”
“Oh, Among Others! This book is about how reading makes life bearable even when it’s not. It’s about a girl who – her twin died, and she’s in a boarding school and becoming a sexual being and she reads a lot of science fiction and fantasy I think it’s the sixties? Also, fairies. Different fairies, it’s good.”
*stabs viciously at author’s name on spine* “This guy… this guy, okay, no, I was at a thing with him once, no, no way, no.”
“Hello! I would like to buy these books, and also I wrote this one, would it be all right with you if I signed it? Thank you! I like your nail polish.”
*points to Villette* “Matt, this book is amazing. You read it, and at the end you’re like, why is everything? That’s my review. Don’t read it, though.”
* Turns out I had to hit up the Book Depository. I still love you, Book Depository.