So remember months ago when my social worker friends and I got the brilliant idea of starting a book club for teenagers that focused on more "edgy" books?
And remember how I made a blog about it and how my pediatrician friend gave out flyers all summer to teen patients getting physicals? And remember how we put it on "Mom Mail" which is the email army of moms in my town? And remember how my social worker friends told high school counselors about it and they put it up on a bunch of websites as "community happenings"? And remember how our local independent bookstore gave out flyers and the library where we were hosting it advertised it?
Well...that happened. Last night. My 10yo even made a sign for it. Jay Asher answered my questions about the book in advance and offered to Skype (which I passed on...thankfully).
So Sara and I discussed the book. And stared at the door. The non-reader left after twenty minutes. And we talked about future books. And stared at the door. And discussed our lives. And stared at the door. And discussed how maybe next time we should have some sort of electronic sign-up. And stared at the door. Then after about an hour, we left. The librarian gave us this peppy smile and said, "Well, you got one!"
It felt a lot like the time I asked Todd Mulderink to the King of Hearts dance and he pretended not to hear me. And then for the next month, I didn't say anything because I was too embarrassed to ask him again. So I didn't go to that dance. (I actually didn't really go to any dance...except one, where I wore a fancy satin pink dress and Birkenstocks).
To be honest, at first, I was sort of bummed. But then I just laughed. Really HARD. Because, OF COURSE. This is totally my life. I have these BIG ideas that never play out anything like I planned. And that's sort of awesome. And now I know not to invite teenagers to my book launch party. Or maybe any signings...
P.S. Yes, we're totally doing it again next month!!