SCARLETT IS OUT!

Yes! You read the headline! SUITE SCARLETT IS NOW ON SALE! The Hopewell Hotel is OPEN. Scarlett, Spencer, Lola, and Marlene are waiting for you!

I honestly had no idea this was going to happen so soon. I flew back to the UK from Italy last night, after spending six completely excellent days with Scott Westerfeld, Justine Larbalestier, Holly Black, and Cassie Clare. I was planning my post today to be about all the many foods we ate, our tower apartment of fun, the many Vespas I saw (and took pictures of), and the fact that Cassie’s new book, City of Ashes, debuted at #3 on the New York Times list! There was much screaming and joy. There is nothing quite like five YA authors leaping around at the top of an Italian tower.

The fun ended kind of abruptly at the airport. British Air is still having a little trouble since the new terminal at Heathrow went into meltdown last week. So there were some hijinks in which they misplaced our luggage, ate my ticket, and temporarily couldn’t find our plane. Also, somewhere in transit, I realized I was slightly under the weather. So, I came into the London Office, lugging my bags full of cheese and pasta and books . . . and basically fell face-first into bed.

This morning, the little English birds were twittering away, and I came over to the computer to put up my post about Vespas and books and cheese. Then I read your comments. First, Reece said she’d bought the book on Amazon. Then Michelle said she encountered it at a Barnes and Noble in Indiana.

My brain was still kind of fuzzy. I was all "wot?" and "huh?" I had to read the comments a few times before it penetrated.

Perhaps you know the feeling of anticipating something for a long time . . . and then things sneak up on you? When you turn your back? And you had all these plans? And suddenly on morning there you are when everything just HAPPENS, half dressed, one shoe on, hair standing on end, the police knocking on your door, a strange helicopter on your lawn, a mustachioed Russian spy hiding in your Tupperware cupboard pretending to be a salad spinner, six marmosets sneaking off with your coat . . .

Know what I mean? That was me, this morning. And kind of this afternoon. And to a certain extent, now. But I know what to do when feeling this way—I take my vitamin A.B.B.A. and I feel the awesome flood my veins and revivify me. There is no way not to love a video like this, with its Brady Bunch graphics, creeping-killer-fog soft focus, excellent use of chairs, pointless jumping, and dancing that I can recreate. If you are in any way under the weather or put upon my life today, watch this at once!



So, my blog plans went out the window and I had to come and start shouting. Your room at the Hopewell is ready! You can get it on Amazon or Barnes and Noble online RIGHT NOW! If the book is not in your local store yet, it should be VERY SOON.

I’ll return with your normally scheduled blog post shortly. In the meantime, please let me know in the comments if you’ve seen it, if ABBA has had a positive effect on your life, or anything else you want to tell me.

Also, The Eleven have set up and are running this new MJ FORUM. So you can talk amongst yourselves, and I can come and lurk.

Go on! Go on! Scarlett is waiting!