by Brooke Bishop
18 May 2012 15:44 (updated 18 May 2012 15:44) | 0 comment(s)
What in the world is wrong with me?
I feel like a stalker fangirl, running into Sera Roche like that the other night in Times Square. Offering her premium mint M&Ms while she was window shopping? Really? I'm just lucky she's got such a good nature, and didn't mind a bit of intrusion.
It amuses me though that I keep running into her now. Almost like it was fated or something. I haven't been able to shake the feeling that I'm supposed to be helping her, and when I brought up the idea for the reading, and the dinner with reading events, she was on board with them.
I'm excited, and I've already begun to lay the ground work for the events, centered around the new book. The reading at the book shop will take place just before the book is released, and the dinner either the night of, or the weekend after the release.
I just need to get in touch with Nichole Welles at the restaurant that Sera suggested, to see if we can rent out the space for the Thursday evening.
It's a dream come true for me, really. Working for someone I'm such a fan of. I've every intention of doing it pro-bono, except for the costs of the event. I'm going to ask her that any fee she might've thought to pay to me goes to the charity I've chosen for the event; Reading Tree.
Reading Tree is a non-profit organization with a mission to provide books to disadvantaged families in the markets we serve. We accept all types of books and support literacy with our sustainable model of reuse, recycling and fund-raising. Reading Tree is committed to keep millions of usable books out of our nation’s landfills. Since 2007, Reading Tree has distributed several million books to Title 1 schools and partnering charities that support local libraries and literacy programs.
To make the week even better… he called me.
I can't believe someone like Kieran Collins (who Sera insists is taken with me), would actually call and invite me out for drinks.
I've been floating around since the phone call earlier this evening, going through my closets and trying to find the absolute perfect outfit to grab his interest and hold it.
Bridget had better be happy that I'm actually going out on a date with a good looking, purportedly rich man.
