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Who doesn't want to be a bestseller? I don't know one single author who wouldn't love for their books to fly off shelves.

But self-promotion can be gross. It can be fear-based. It can smell of, "Please like me, please love me, please make me matter."

I've been trying to follow my bliss these days, trying to get in touch with what makes me truly happy, where I find my flow the most.

Telling people about my book, giving them provocative postcards to hand out to friends, well, doesn't feel all that blissful. Don't get me wrong, it feels creative and pro-active, but it doesn't feel like my highest self at work.

Last night did.

I read at Borders at Columbus Circle to well over 100 people and not once was I thinking about selling books. My heart was open. I shared my story. I connected. That's what it's about for me. That's what it's always been about. For that hour, reading from my book, answering questions, connecting to people, just felt right. I was in my flow.

Turns out, I also happened to sell out of books. Some people who wanted books couldn't even get them. One man who had come into the store to buy another book, walked out with a signed copy of mine. Everyone told me how much my bravery and honesty meant to them, how I had really touched them.

She invited journalists, editors, filmmakers and authors. She arranged platters of sushi on her coffee table and strategically scattered bowls of carrots and grapes on corner tables. She opened her home to me, and I have never felt more special, more loved, more celebrated.

It's one thing if your mom throws you a party. Your best friend. Your lover. But your teacher? A mentor? It's a completely different feeling to have someone you respect and admire professionally take you seriously and champion your work.

That's the beauty of Sue. She gives what she gets and gets what she gives. She is the queen of good karma.

I met a lot of people last night who love Sue as much as I do. My mother always said she loves anyone who loves me. I understand how she feels. I loved everyone in that room for loving someone who is so good to me, someone who is so good and generous, period.

I hope to be a mentor one day. I certainly have an excellent role model.

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I want to get married. I want a family. I want to create a home with someone. A shared answering machine message. Holidays together. A witness for life.

Some women are embarrassed to admit this out loud, as if wanting to these things were bad or wrong or weak. I'm not ashamed. In fact, when asked, “Are you married?” on the publicity Q&A for Dutton, I wrote, "No, but I want to be," followed by a smiley face.

My boyfriend and I broke up two months ago. We had been together for almost five years. I still love him and always will, but we couldn’t negotiate a life together.

Don’t worry, this isn’t like Harry Potter, I’m not spoiling anything. If you read my book, which I hope you do, you might wonder if I end up with the guy in the end, but the book isn’t about ending up with the guy in the end. It’s about letting go of past hurt and guilt, letting go of your anxiety about the future, and learning to be more present. It’s about recognizing that all of your life experiences matter. There is no wasted time.

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Kimberlee Auerbach is our guest blogger during the week of July 30th. If you have any questions for Kimberlee Auerbach, add a comment to any of her posts. Here is some brief information about The Devil, the Lovers, and Me:

An irresistible memoir for anyone who's ever wondered what's coming next...

Kimberlee Auerbach has been in therapy. She's seen a Reiki Master. She's even given hypnosis a try. They can't give her want she wants... to know her future is going to be bright, that everything will be okay. So she makes an appointment with Iris Goldblatt, "tarot card reader and mirror of the soul." Instead of predicting the future, each card sparks a memory: like the time Kimberlee tried to be wild, and caught crabs from an Argentine painter; or the night her father "proposed" at Morton's Steakhouse (presenting her with an engagement ring for her boyfriend to use); or the moment Kimberlee found the strength to kick out her freeloading ex. In a Wizard of Oz-like twist of fate, Kimberlee realizes she had the answers all along-that's it's not about looking to the future, it's about trusting yourself along the way.

Exuberantly alive and refreshingly candid, The Devil, The Lovers & Me, will take you on a journey down one woman's path, only to reflect yours back. You, too, will see yourself in the cards ... The Devil, The Lovers, even the Fool.