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One thing that has both delighted and perturbed me about publishing a book for the first time is how done it is, how finished, how fully baked. I spent six long years writing and researching (and not writing and researching)
Wild Things: The Joys of Reading Children’s Literature as an Adult, and now here it is — not just words and ideas, but a thing. A book. The delightful aspect is having something tangible with which to justify those six years. The perturbing aspect is that I am the kind of writer who likes to tinker. I would tinker forever with my sentences if my editors let me. Part of me — perhaps a neurotic part, but still a part — does not want my book to be fully baked...