Today on Meg Cabot's blog she touches on meeting authors in real life:

One of the Margarets—either Atwood or Drabble, I can’t remember which (and maybe it was neither and I dreamt this, which happens to me frequently. Thanks, Ambien!)—once said wanting to meet the author who wrote your favorite book is like wanting to meet the cow that produced your hamburger. Basically, you’re only going to be disappointed.

I will admit there’s some truth to the hamburger quote: I’ve met authors whose work I’ve loved who’ve ended up disappointing me in real life. They’ve either taken themselves too seriously or had no sense of humor or both (although I have to hope there are two sides to the story, and that maybe those authors were just having a bad day. It happens).


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