Today was an incredible day for The Violets of March. The amazing team at SheReads chose my novel as their September book club pick (such an honor!) and as a result, Violets suddenly skyrocketed up the charts on Amazon.com and elsewhere (a friend called to

I was so excited to see this photo that my husband snapped at Fred Meyer (a huge chain department store/grocery store in the Seattle area), where The Violets of March appears on a staff picks shelf, along with a few books written by friends, Allie

This makes me happy. And I love that my boys love Mr. Rogers too. (We downloaded a bunch of episodes on the iPad, because they're not on PBS anymore. Boo hoo.)

My 4 year old, Carson, has a thing for pickles. He eats them at just about every meal except breakfast (and, yes, the boy would totally eat them with his waffles if he could!). He's such a pickle connoisseur, that he judges the quality of

My friend Audrey (who's an amazing yogini, writer and child wrangler) lives in Vancouver, Canada, and she sent me this photo of The Violets of March at London Drugs, which, for the U.S. readers here, I understand is sort of like Walgreens or Longs Drugs.