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How has your first book changed your life?:
Kate Greenstreet: "I watched my reading copy (the very one I cut from its shrinkwrap the day that first package thumped onto our porch) continue to change, to age or 'ripen,' as the tour stretched back and forth across the country. A year and a half after the book and I had our initial introduction, I accidentally left my reading copy under a seat in the auditorium following a gig in Lincoln, Nebraska. I didn't notice it gone until Max and I got back to the motel at the end of a night of mild carousing with the Lincolnians, the hall long since locked up tight. I had a box of books with me and could've easily abandoned the old one, left it for a janitor to find. Instead we set off a couple hours later than expected on the next day's seven hour drive to Tulsa, having waited for a museum guard to arrive and let us into the Sheldon to retrieve that copy. As we traveled west on I-80 out of Lincoln and I held my lost book in my hands, it never looked so good. In a way, that was the day when I saw my book for the first time. And I felt great."
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