I prepared for my book reading the way I prepare for most new life experiences: I broke out in hives, didn't sleep for a week, misplaced the mascara, was limned in a perpetual clammy sweat, couldn't breathe and felt bizarrely seasick.
Nina Sankovitch funneled her grief into a daffy, crazy notion, namely, that every day for a year she would read a book and post an online review of that book all in real time. Plenty of people have had such notions. Sankovitch really did it.
When my novel, The Embers, first launched, there was only one thing I was afraid of. Unfortunately in the next few months I was going to be doing a lot of it: Reading my book. Out loud. To complete strangers.