I'm often asked what it was like to see my first book in print, to see it sitting on a bookshelf inside a bookstore, waiting to be purchased by some eager reader who happened to like the cover or the description inside the jacket flap. It was a thrilling moment. A moment filled with an overwhelming sense of giddiness and disbelief. Of excitement. Of dreams fulfilled.
This week marks the release of Bridget Zinn's debut novel, Poison. Bridget, sadly, died of cancer before she could see her book in print, before she could go into a bookstore and poke the cover and run away giggling, the way my kiddo and I did together when we first found Savvy, released a week early, on a shelf in Borders.
Since Bridget, who was also a librarian, is not here to see her book on the shelves of a library or bookstore, there are many, many, many other people--people who knew her, people who didn't--who are celebrating for her this week and sending our thoughts to her husband, Barrett Dowell.
About Poison, Kirkus wrote:
"Don't let the title or cover fool you! No grimdark teen fantasy or angst-y heroines here; just a frothy confection of a fairy tale featuring poisoners, princesses, perfumers and pigs, none of whom are exactly what they appear (except maybe the pigs)…. Good silly fun—a refreshing antidote to a genre overflowing with grit and gloom." We're sure this is the first of many happy reviews to come for Bridget's debut.
I've read that Bridget's last tweet was, "Sunshine and a brand new book. Perfect." Bridget was 33.
I hope your day, this day, is filled with sunshine and a brand new book... maybe a brand new book by a lovely woman, taken too soon. A lovely woman named Bridget Zinn.
To learn more about Bridget's life, and her book, check out her official website: www.bridgetzinn.com