Well this sucks. I have been counting down the days until the Austin Teen Book Fest like a little girl waiting to get her Barbie dreamhouse on Christmas day. But just as luck would have it, I woke up this morning with a nasty cold-like virus.  Really?!?!  Why couldn’t this thing ravage my body during the workweek so I could legitimately stay home and watch Lifetime movies?  This is almost as bad as that hangover last Thanksgiving after I tried to drink my Uncle John under the table at the Broken Spoke.

So while I was chugging Nyquil and drifting in and out of consciousness, I missed out on hanging out with my fellow book blogger chums and meeting some fabulous YA authors.  I was especially excited about meeting Alyson Noel and Rosemary Clement Moore.  These are the books that I planned on having them sign today…life is so unfair.

Evermore by Alyson Noel
Since a horrible accident claimed the lives of her family, sixteen-year-old Ever can see auras, hear people’s thoughts, and know a person’s life story by touch.   Going out of her way to shield herself from human contact to suppress her abilities has branded her as a freak at her new high school—but everything changes when she meets Damen  Auguste . . .

Ever sees Damen and feels an instant recognition.  He is gorgeous, exotic and wealthy, and he holds many secrets.  Damen is able to make things appear and disappear, he always seems to know what she’s thinking—and he’s the only one who can silence the noise and the random energy in her head.  She doesn’t know who he really is—or what he is.  Damen equal parts light and darkness, and he belongs to an enchanted new world where no one ever dies.

Texas Gothic by Rosemary Clement Moore
Amy Goodnight’s family is far from normal. She comes from a line of witches, but tries her best to stay far outside the family business. Her summer gig? Ranch-sitting for her aunt with her wacky but beautiful sister. Only the Goodnight Ranch is even less normal than it normally is. Bodies are being discovered, a ghost is on the prowl, and everywhere she turns, the hot neighbor cowboy is in her face.

Oh well, at least I can still look forward to the Austin Book Fest this month. I’ll get myself a flu shot just to make sure I won’t be bedridden that day.