Have I mentioned that I have an assistant now?

Her name is Meghan and she is fabulous. Wonderful, patient, cheerful and good humored. She also has great hair. She's pretty much what I want to be when I grow up.

Every day, when I leave the house to write, she calls, "Good luck!" in a way suggesting that I am going off to deal with heavy machinery. Or possibly dragons. It's very nice.

The tiny tour is over, and I'm off to Book Expo America, where I'll be signing GOODNIGHT NOBODY tomorrow at 11:30 in the morning, then doing an interview with the AOL website at 12:45, and going out to dinner with my publisher, and taking a train home Saturday morning to be back in time for the girl's t-ball game.

In between all the madness and the readings, I did a little gardening and got my window boxes planted, so life is good, save for the fact that I am woefully behind on my reality TV viewing. I caught the "Survivor" finale (yawn), but I'm two weeks behind on "America's Next Top Model," so if you see me, please don't tell me who won. Especially if it's Jade.

The good news: with all of the planes and trains, I've had a lot of time to read. I adored PUG HILL by Alison Pace -- a great example of a single-girl-in-the-city narrator who's not sparkly or ditzy, but neurotic and a little sad, written in way that don't want to kill her (or yourself). You hope for good things to happen to her, and cheer when they do. Also, I can't remember when I've seen such sensitive and funny writing about dogs.

Next up: DIGGING TO AMERICA and TWILIGHT OF THE SUPERHEROES. Then I'll move on to the dozens of galleys I'll shlep home from DC.