Chapter Twenty-One“What do you think?” Sam said next to her. “Bigger than last year?”
Ellie scanned the huge convention hall, its glass ceiling radiating broad beams of light onto hundreds of buzzing booths. There was a constant hum of chatter and scattered music echoing through the place. She glanced at Ginger, who looked like she was seeing Oz in color for the first time.
“Pretty intimidating, huh?” Ellie said, raising her voice to be heard over the din.
Ginger just nodded.
Chicago BookMeet was the biggest event of its kind in the Midwest, a chance for writers, agents, booksellers, and publishers to hobnob, renew old acquaintances, and see who had moved up or moved on in the ever-changing industry.
For authors, it was a chance to network, as much as introverted writers usually could
