Emma Straub

         
  My Reading at Skylight Books, aka I May Never Leave Los Angeles
July 28, 2011

Oh, Los Angeles. You know I love you! Why do you have to treat me so nicely! It makes it hard to leave. Even though this trip was short on the tacos (a massive oversight) and somehow did not include a trip to the Museum of Jurassic Technology, it did include lots of time in the pool and actual work on my novel. So there’s that. And then, to cap it all off, I had a fabulous time at Skylight last night. Allow me to show you, won’t you?

Skylight has some top-notch artists on staff.

Also, chalk. This is some advanced stuff, people. BookCourt, we need to get some chalk.

My high school is very good at making beautiful girls. I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about them.

Edan and Dixon, two well-read people.

Noel passed around the brownies I made, the dear man, so that I didn't have to eat them all myself.

How can you not love a bookstore with a tree growing inside it?

Brad Listi, smiling more than I have ever seen him smile before!

This is a scary face, but Robey isn't scary. He's going to open a bookstore in Highland Park, which is the neighborhood that everyone who's anyone is moving to.

Jennifer Bastian is one of Milwaukee's finest, which is really saying something, because Milwaukee has made a lot of very fine people. (See: Straub, Peter; Straub, Susan)

My brother, the Angeleno.

A shy Carolyn Kellogg.

I imported Chelsey and Kara all the way from Ohio.

A summery Jennifer Pooley.

Emily is so awesome that she came to my reading even though she had the day off from Skylight. Now that's love.

Noel was sad that all the brownies were gone.

Cecil has many amazing tricks up her sleeve.

Antoine Wilson, novelist and book model.

Jen gave me the thumbs up. Skylight has such a friendly, awesome staff.

Christine was mad because she got caught in traffic for two hours. There was a raver riot (yes, you read that correctly) somewhere on Hollywood Blvd.

But her husband Vinnie was just happy to be at the Dresden, and remained serene.

Shrimp cocktail.

When he's having a good time, Mike's hair gets even bigger.

This is how I feel about leaving LA.

All is not lost, though–we’re heading to the airport to go to San Francisco, where I have a reading at the Booksmith tonight. 7:30. I can’t promise brownies, but I do promise love.

I’ll be back soon, LA.

Yours, dripping in sunshine and happiness,

Emma