Dawn's Library Reading & BookSale

(This actually took place in March of 2014)

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Dawn invited me to a promotional event for her novel, held at the public library in North Palm Beach. I drove 95 from Hollywood and met up with Dawn and her two relatives in attendance, Cousin Bobby and Cousin Kelly. (No glass chins in this group)

North Palm Beach Library marquee
Cousin Kelly and Dawn 
Author and back view of Cousin Bobby

Dawn is a natural. She spoke with a polished confidence and read the excerpts with eloquence. Not everyone there knew, but Dawn is quite an accomplished (and widely published) poet too.

Sales seemed pretty good. The author signed and did her thing.

Dawn signing my copy 

Afterwards, the four of us went south on 95 to Yamato Road and had dinner at a busy tavern out on the terrace. Dawn and I did our best to exchange ideas about novels and writing and such, despite the noisy ambiance. Previously, we were denied entrance to the restaurant at Bobby's country club in Boca Raton for wearing jeans.

Her book, a clever mystery that takes place on the FL panhandle is titled "Mitigating Circumstances," available on Amazon.  It's an enjoyable read. I recommend it.


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