They're Heeeeeeeeere!

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The Advanced Review Copies of Love, Lucy, reached me today.  And they're every bit as pretty as I hoped they'd be!

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  1. Dianne K. SalerniMarch 10, 2014 at 7:14 PM

    They look beautiful, April! Isn't it amazing when you see them for the first time?
    (Don't you want to put them on the mantel right next to your children's baby pictures?)

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  2. April Lindner: Reading, Writing, and Rock and RollMarch 11, 2014 at 7:29 AM

    Thanks, Dianne! It is amazing...maybe my favorite moment of the whole writing/book making process.

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