Okay, so I wanted to share my experience with my first ever physical copy of my book.
On 31st August 2015, when I returned home from school, tired and exhausted, I saw a brown box with a white slip on it, resting on the sofa. From the packaging, I could tell it was a book, but I knew it wasn't from our delivery bookshop since they had different packaging so obviously my second guess was that it was a copy of A bucket full of Awesome.
From then on, smile didn't leave my lips the whole day. I picked up the package and opened it to reveal a pink coloured book. I let my fingers glide over it, felt the texture of the paper, turned it around quite a few times and spend quite some time ogling it. Fangirling over it. Yes, I fangirled over my own freaking book. And I am not at all embarrassed to say this. I took numerous photos of it, chose the best one and posted it on my Instagram and sent it to people I'm really close with. Apart from my dad. I wanted it to be a surprise for him, knowing fully well how much of a great surprise would it be for him.
So this is how it felt knowing that you had formed that book, with your imagination, words, effort and time. It is one of the best feelings ever. Not exaggerating.
(Another best is when your class hugs the bejesus out of you when you tell them that your book is going to be displayed in top local bookstore.)
Here is the link to get the paperback: