Why I’m Not Sad Five People Read My Second Book
On the value of a “bridge” book

I liken the performance of my second book to getting weighed at the doctor’s office. Standing there, eyes pressed shut I’d shout, I don’t want to see, I don’t want to know, but I do know this — the number is never great. Paling in comparison to my impressive debut, which was published when I was young, naive, and filled with…