And so a lot of amazing things happened since I won the American Title. I had my picture in the RTBOOK review, I gave an acceptance speech in from of a big crowd of writers at RT, I was interviewed for the French evening news in Canada and I have a giant poster of my cover in my bedroom given to me by the publisher.

But nothing, nothing so far can compare to getting my cover flats today. The cover flats are just that, a book cover laid flat. If I fold it, I see the spine with my name on it. And I finally saw the back as well.

And that’s when I was struck with the truth. I am a reader. Ever since I was 4, I read and read and read. I was an only child and spent my youth with my nose in a book. I collected them, piled them up, arranged them neatly in the midst of my chaotic bedroom and always wanted more.

Later I spent hours in libraries and book stores. I idolized writers and had this dream that maybe someday..

I just love books. I love to touch them, search through them, admire their cover, read them. I can’t go anywhere without at least one book. Even in this day and age when I have a few loaded on my iPhone. I do want the real hard thing.

I have a huge “to-be-read” pile.

And today, to see my name on the spine of a book was the most amazing feeling. I just can’t stop looking at it. Gone are the amazon rankings and fear I will never sell another one. I have this book. And it’s perfect with it’s black cover with pink writing, its mysterious and sexy feel, its intriguing lettering, I just love it.

And the Dorchester publicist added this marketing quote to describe my writing “Bourque has a lush and lyrical style that combines the best of Marion Zimmer Bradley and Sherrilyn Kenyon.

How could I not love being compared to my favorite authors.

I am sure seasoned authors get used to this but somehow I don’t think I ever will. To me, a true reader at heart, this magical feeling could never get old.

Brightest Blessings

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