Remember that time when I was too nervous to meet Zadie Smith but then she turned around and saw me lurking in the corner with my friends and said, “Emma Straub! I have your book! It’s about my favorite period, I wish I could write a book about that period, looking forward to reading it,” and then I turned bright red and was rendered mute? Oh yeah, it was last night. I’m still blushing. 

Remember that time when I was too nervous to meet Zadie Smith but then she turned around and saw me lurking in the corner with my friends and said, “Emma Straub! I have your book! It’s about my favorite period, I wish I could write a book about that period, looking forward to reading it,” and then I turned bright red and was rendered mute? Oh yeah, it was last night. I’m still blushing.