
When I was younger, I was painfully shy. Put me in a room full of people and you wouldn't even know I was there because an intense fear would overcome me and paralyze my ability to speak. Fast forward 15 years and I hardly recognize the younger version of myself. Standing in the presentation tent at Saturday's tenth annual Princeton Children's Book Festival as an aspiring librarian, my job was to introduce high profile authors and illustrators to a large audience that remained steady all day.