“On a raw night in February,” writes author Alyssa Shelasky, author of Apron Anxiety, “I ordered a peppermint tea in a bright Greenwich Village diner and unwrapped a bound galley of my book. It was the first time I saw how everything came together – from the cover selection, to the blurbs on the back, to my 80,000–something words. Oh, those words! The words that were my core being for an entire year straight! Just touching the pages was surreal. I started to cry. And then I laughed. Because as I read the story, as a girl sitting in a diner, not an author wrestling with ‘her art,’ this cool-looking paperback was actually funny and touching!”
