Whenever I see a mistake in a book, I get really happy. A misspelled word, a misplaced comma, two words melded together or one completely fragmented. This book has passed through so many hands: the author writing draft after draft, proofreading and obsessing; the editor peering over every damnable comma; the advanced readers; the publishing house; the agent; the Proofing Dog.
My heart flutters when I see a book mistake. I never feel so close to an author. "I get it," I think. "I've lost sleep over these things. You're farther along than me, your voice is developed, your reader base is in place, your agent is getting promos together for you and your ultimate product is flawed."
It is a writer's job try to make their manuscript as perfect and polished as they possibly can. But it's okay to mess up a little. It's nice to know that the people I've put on a pedestal are still human.