I third it.

Wimbledon: What Bartoli said after the match:

"I didn't start well. It was so stressful being on Centre Court for the first time. But then I saw Pierce Brosnan in the crowd and he's one of my favourite actors so I just tried to play a little better.

And then apparently, she asked him to come back for the final to give he luck. (Or something.)

Hee.

So I couldn't find the book right away (Boo, B&N!). I went to the information desk and asked for it. Hearing the title brought over the other woman working the desk. "Vampires? I heard vampires!"

"It's the true story of one woman's adventure in internet fandom," I say, mangling the hated subtitle.

Then they looked it up, squeed over the cover (and turned the monitor so I could see too).

When I went to buy it the guy behind the register looked down and said "Cool!"

So there you have it. Three interactions with B&N staff, three positive reactions.

I'm struggling so hard to keep from crying at my desk. I have that horrible lump in my throat.

I can't focus, and I've read two people's experiences purchasing the book on my flist this afternoon.

This is so ridic. It's taking me hours to complete a task that would normally take me an hour at most.

All the emotions I probably should have been feeling for awhile suddenly crept up behind me and bashed my brain in.

It's all been good so far though, right?

I went to the information desk and asked for it. Hearing the title brought over the other woman working the desk. "Vampires? I heard vampires!"

I feel that I have fallen down on the job, due to using the computer thingy to find the book. I didn't talk to anyone in the store about it! I can only hope that restocking will help.

You'll only have this day once, Dol. Let yourself feel overwhelmed and excited and moved and teary and freaked and proud and thrilled. All those feelings are real and earned and wonderful. YOUR BOOK IS ON SHELVES!!!!!!!!

Seriously, Allyson, you should leave work.

And get drunk!

I'm impressed with myself for not going PAGE ONE SEVENTY ONE to all the B&N staff. I can't even begin to imagine the size of your emotions right now, 'Dol.

I'd totally take a "my head is suddenly exploding and I'm salaried, right?" half day. Fuck, even if you're not salaried.

I HAZ BOOK!

At the risk of making Paperdol even more teary, I want to share my story. Went to the B&N in MDR and asked for the book. The nice man recognized the title immediately and said it was shelved in humor, but that he was planning on moving some copies to the special, in the front humor table because he was so entranced by the blurbs and he was a big Firefly fan, etc. He was all kinds of chatty about the book. Told him I knew the author. He asked if she lived nearby and I said she did. He said he'd like to have her come by sometime and sign some copies so he could display them with a SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR sticker.