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This is the season for gratitude.

Let me start with you, our readers. Thank you for reading this newsletter and being a part of our Bookreporter audience. We appreciate you! We love pulling together weekly updates for you, as well as our lineup of events. But none of it would matter if it was not for you joining us each week to read our suggestions --- and watching and listening to the interviews and preview events that we produce. We truly love what we do and enjoy bringing it to you.

It’s time for Thanksgiving dinner planning to begin. We have a file filled with recipes, and each year we sort through them to plan the menu. Even with the old favorites set to show up on the list, we are always ready for new additions. There will be a trip to the farmers' market on Sunday to select produce and to have yet another discussion about whether to make butternut squash ravioli or carrot soup. Or both. I already have been told that we should double the cornbread stuffing recipe.

Have you ever felt like you were going more backwards than forward? These past two weeks have been that for me! And it’s all about email.

First, I learned that the older mail in my AOL mailbox is gone. Why? I was not jumping online to use it enough for it to be maintained. I clearly remember checking it at some point and thinking I was good for a few more months before I had to check in again. So, poof, there goes the first 10 years of correspondence about the company. Luckily, I have files here with a lot of printed emails; those were the days when life was not 100% digital. But ugh on hearing “You’ve got mail!” and actually having something there.

On Monday night, I went to a great party thrown by Brisa Carleton to celebrate the launch of her debut historical novel, LAST CALL AT THE SAVOY, which will be a Bookreporter.com Bets On selection. It was a brilliant on-theme evening with smart cocktails and wonderful conversation. Above are some photos from the party. The last one is with Brisa’s publicist, Cordelia Calvert; me; Brisa’s friend from middle school, who read every draft of the book; and Brisa.