One of the things I love about book festivals is meeting YA bloggers. They are the quintessence of book people. Being bookish isn’t their profession, it’s their avocation. They’re there because they love YA. They read and write about YA because they love YA. They are the perfect people to hang out with if you, too, love YA.
So, one morning during the Vegas Valley Book Festival, Gretchen NcNeil and I had a wonderful breakfast with Lisa and Sarah from Girls With Books. Not the least wonderful part of this event was that I was wearing the hideous day-glo orange outfit described in my last post and neither of them giggled. The conversation went everywhere, and these ladies’ ability to draw out information resulted in some wonderful Q’s (I’m not vouching for the A’s, but I did have fun composing them) in an author spotlight, a lovely review of Afterparty, and a giveaway.
Soooo, if you’d like to win a copy of the book, or to read an interview about writing and Afterparty with really great questions, this is where to go: http://girlswithbook.blogspot.com/2014/03/author-spotlightinterview-ann-redisch.html?m=1
Please note that I’m not including a photo of the breakfast in question due to all that orange.
Remember that bright orange dress I was so excited to wear at the Vegas Valley Book Festival? Well, yesterday I peeled it out of my closet as an option to wear to my MIL’s birthday party. And I noticed that it was a radioactive color of orange not found in nature. Then I tried it on. And I noticed I was draped in a color that could possibly burn holes in people’s retinas if they stared at it too long. (Apologies to anyone who stared at it for too long in Las Vegas.)
Why ever did I buy this dress — not to mention its little drapey matching sweater???
In real life, I wear a lot of black cashmere when it’s cold and billowy, muted-colored linen the rest of the time. I like white shirts. I have a substantial collection of (somewhat) little black dresses and bright(er) pashminas. In real life, the only orange item I own is a gossamer-thin scarf. And a handbag that might have been a mistake.
My conclusion is that somehow, when I get into author mode, I don’t think of it as real life. The sitting on my sofa writing the books, yes. The getting out there and being a public person defined by my YA authorness, no. And given that it’s not real life, I can drape that author-person in any old glitzy thing and be…I don’t know…sparkly?
I think that unnaturally orange dress defines the huge gap between the way I see myself and the way I thought I was supposed to be as a YA author. So much for the message of finding and being true to your authentic self.
And so much for the dreadful dress.
After being on the shelves at bookstores for the past week, Afterparty’s official publication date is (drumroll please) today! And on top of book blasting all over the place with tiny revelations, Jean Book Nerd’s wonderful, fabulous Afterparty blog tour has just started. And I don’t believe all the stuff I told her! Yikes! What it is about sharing with a really skilled blog interview that makes you (meaning me) reveal so much?!?!?
So if you want to know the 10 things I would change about my teenage years (some of which I’ve never told anybody before & the people in question better not be fans of YA blogs) go visit.
Plus, you can win a ton of Afterparty swag including books and a bunch of stuff that’s in the book. Such as Dylan’s Kurt Cobain tee shirt and Mara’s bakelite bracelets and Emma’s Stila make-up that her dad doesn’t know she’s wearing.
P.S. That’s my daughter, who braved a blizzard to see Afterparty on the shelf of her local B&N