Ashley Ream

Oh my goodness, ya’ll. I’m just a little over a week into a month and a half of appearances, and I’m already forgetting to do things like put in my contacts before leaving the house. (“Why is everyone in soft focus? Why can’t I see my own feet?”)

So far I’ve had two amazing launch parties – one in L.A., the city I love and where I live, and one in Kansas City, where I was born and bred. LOSING CLEMENTINE takes place in both, so swooping in and making noise in both places only made sense. I’ve also hit up Chicago and St. Louis so far with the Bay Area and a ton of dates in SoCal still to come.

If you came out to say “hello,” bless you. I’m so thrilled to have seen you all. Truly.

And now, for some photos after the jump.

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There are bookstore signings where you go and give a talk and mingle with readers, and then there are the drop-in kind where you sign their stock, chat with the employees and – if you’re me – give them little bouquets made of See’s lollipops. (Best drop-in author ever!)

My momma told me not to write in my books. Oops.

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That's me at about four years old, and that's my dad. (Don't worry. He doesn't have the mustache anymore.)

Yep.

As soon as I was old enough to put letters into something that might be a word, I would sit with a yellow legal pad, gripping one of those fat, green pencils, my hair in a ponytail, pushing my always-too-long bangs out of my eyes, writing out my stories.

I made up people, and I wrote about them. At 32, not a lot has changed.

Except, of course, that today my debut novel LOSING CLEMENTINE comes out. It’s a big day when your childhood dream comes true. So thank you.
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