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The Meg Cabot Experience

This morning, I dragged myself out of my Friday night white wine and pizza hangover to see Meg Cabot speak at the Decatur Book Festival at 10 AM.   Totally worth it. If you ever have the chance to hear her speak, go for it even if you don’t read her books. She’s a natural public speaker– very funny and engaging and responsive to the audience.  She spoke about her books for a few minutes and then opened for questions for the bulk of the session. Though it’s cool to hear authors read their own works, I really prefer this format. You get a better sense about the author and you can learn some things that aren’t in the books.  You can also learn the author is hungover too thanks to some fancy vodka at Cakes & Ale.

(Don’t worry, Dad, I know I just wrote that sappy open letter to her, but this is not turning into the Meg Cabot Fan Club Blog.  Though that’s the kind of job I would OWN.)

She spoke from the altar of a Baptist church because hearing Meg Cabot speak is a religious experience, evidently.

 

Her dress is great, right? So fun!  It’s not a great picture because I stupidly left my real camera at home. This is the only iPhone shot that wasn’t completely blurry.

 

Here are the high points:

— She started as an adult romance writer, and some of her earliest and best clients were the nun friends of her grandmother. Dirty nuns!

— She once co-hosted an event with Julie Andrews because of The Princess Diaries connection. Evidently, Julie Andrews swears like a sailor and drops more F-bombs than Do-Re-Mis. This is fantastic news for obvious reasons.

This is not Julie Andrews. But it is a creepy diorama from a Sound of Music souvenir shop in Austria.

— When asked about a memorable book signing experience, she recounted her visit to Brazil and gently suggested that Brazilian teen girls are very dramatic. She likened attending the book convention as an author to being KStew and RPatz at a Twilight premiere– lots of tears and behavior that warrants body guards. Interestingly, the girls stopped crying at once and mugged for the camera when the photographer snapped  photos of them with Meg. CURIOUS.

— She discussed the movie adaptation of The Princess Diaries, and she said the book was circulating in Hollywood before it was actually published. She says many studios rejected it because it didn’t fit the YA conventions of the time: anorexia, pregnancy, and rehab.  Ultimately, Whitney Houston read it and brought it to Disney and the movie went into production before Harper Collins bought it.  (Side note: Though Meg always meant it as a series, Harper Collins didn’t trust that the first book would sell and only started with a one book contract.)

— Meg went on to explain that YA changed significantly after the publication of The Princess Diaries and other series like Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging  (not the kind of title you want to get caught reading on the subway). Before that, most YA books concerned extremely weighty matters, like teen girls who have sex and immediately die.  She then went all faux arrogant and said, “You’re welcome… I’m so tired after changing the entire course of literature.”  She’s great–don’t you want to get seated next to her at a dinner party?

— Right now, she’s reading mysteries because she loves when, “justice prevails.” She especially likes it when two detectives solving the mystery fall in love.

— An audience member asked about her writing process. She got a little sidetracked talking about the Internet, which is fitting. “Sometimes you need to know– was there ever really a unicorn? And then 6 hours later…”

Yes, unicorns exist! And I own one. Isn’t she sweet?

 

— She’s all in favor of any of her books becoming movies, and she has a flippant attitude about the Hollywood changes.  This is healthy because the first Princess Diaries movie took some liberties and the second one was basically just an excuse for Anne Hathaway to hook up with Chris Pine and had nothing to do with the books (this is my assessment, not hers).  Anyway, she says adaptations never turn out like the book because screenplays are 90 pages and books are closer to 300.  She then said, “The movie version is really nice. The books are the version that are right. But the movies are totally fine.” Essentially, she got paid and she’s psyched that a good movie can drive someone to check out the book and get them reading.

— Books with current interests from movie/TV producers: the Heather Wells mysteries, The Mediator, and Abandon. (On Abandon: “Someone has to usher dead souls into the Underworld, so it’s probably a hot teenage guy, right?”

— Interesting Princess Diaries tidbits: a prison chaplain once wrote her that he shows the movie to all incoming prisoners because it’s so inspiring and positive.  I’m sure this has exactly the effect he thinks it does.   Also, she had a signing in Thailand heavily attended by some army guys. Turns out they use the first Princess Diaries as their English-as-a-second-language book.  Because nothing reflects our spoken word like the diary ramblings of a pop culture obsessed teen girl.

— As a teenager, she wrote Star Wars fanfiction and a ton of space operas, or as she puts it, “sexy stuff in space.”  She specifically mentioned a character named Bhaltazar and butlers who would do *anything* for their female masters. She assured us these stories would never see the light of day, and I think I speak for all of us when I say, “Boooo…. hisssss.”

— Someone asked her which book she most liked writing and she groaned that she hated writing all of them. She says what all writers know– writing a book is like childbirth in that it’s terrible while it’s happening, but then when you have the nice shiny book, you  forget the pain until you start over again.  During this same conversation, she said something about teenagers being horrible and quickly backtracked, “None of the ones in this audience today. You’re all wonderful.”  Before you get offended, she mentioned this in connection with parenting a difficult and defiant teenager.

— Spoiler for future books: There will be another Heather Wells mystery, titled Size 12 is the New Black, out next summer but she hasn’t written it yet.

— Fun story: she warned us to never use a real person’a name when writing in revenge.  Evidently, Lana is an actual person from her high school years, and she didn’t read the books, but she did see the movie (Meg smirked at this). The real Lana wrote Meg a letter, which she expected to be apologetic for her cruel behavior in high school. Instead, she said, “I did not know that you were a princess.” Meg sighed that sometimes people you think are mean are just really not very smart.

After her presentation, they herded us outside to stand in line for autographs. She was very gracious and signed multiple books per person, personalized all of them, and posed for pictures. As I stood in line, I listened to her greet everyone, and she really does make each person in line feel like they are having a special moment.

For my turn, I was ready with my Ron Swanson mug:

Oil based Sharpie, bake 30 mins at 350 degrees

Picking a quote proved tricky. I scoured the Dorothy Parker and Jane Austen archives, but none of them sent a lightning bolt to my head, and then I found a funny one about drinking coffee from Kenneth the Page.  But then I didn’t know if Meg drinks coffee since she’s always talking about soda, so maybe she hates coffee. So I spent some time googling that to see if she ever mentions it in interviews or on her blog, and eventually I had a Ron Swanson moment of my own and was like, “Eff this, I’ve got a white wine and pizza date, and I know she likes Parks and Rec, so this is happening.”

She liked it! Or at least she said she did! I think she had a genuine reaction of delight though, so I assume it went over well. I managed to get out more than just “I love your work, the weather is nice,” and we shared a good couple of moments.  I walked away with a bounce in my step and a new determination to keep at the writing thing.

I didn’t take a picture with her because my iPhone was in my bag and I felt bad holding up the line. I now regret this decision to be polite to people I don’t know.

 

And she did all this hungover.  Awesome.

And hey, you know what else? “Go to a book convention or workshop of some kind” is Item 26 on my list of 31 things to do this year. One down! Thirty to go! Thanks, Meg!

Dear Meg

Dear Meg Cabot,

I’m coming to see you this weekend.  I’m bringing you a gift.

Don’t be afraid. This is totally legit because you’ll be speaking at the Decatur Book Festival and you want people to come see you, so it’s not like I’m googling you to figure out where you live in Key West so I can walk by your house twenty times.  I swear I have not done this even though I will be going to Key West in the near future and I think you would find me amusing over cocktails. (I will require two before I have enough nerve to act like myself in front of one of my idols.)

 

Also, the gift is not weird. I’m not giving you your portrait made out of used gum or a friendship bracelet made out of my hair. I’m appropriate and normal that way.

I’m writing you this open letter because chances are when I see you at your book signing, I’ll be too dumbstruck to say much of anything.  I know you’re not Ryan Gosling and you’ve totally tweeted at me before, so I should be completely cool and collected.  But I remember when I met Neil Gaiman a couple of years ago and I didn’t manage much more than a weak smile and something about loving his books, even though I rehearsed something really clever and funny in my car on the way there. Nope. As soon as I stood in front of him with my copy of The Graveyard Book, I became a wide-eyed fan girl. And your writing is more significant in my own reading/writing journey, so I figure I’ll thrust my gift at you and say something awkward and then run to the bathroom and frantically text my friend J.

J’s part of the reason I adore you.  She’s my long distance writing partner and a true friend.  We found each other on a writing board when she made an intelligent comment about a TV show we both love and I screwed up the courage to send her an email.  Until I met J, I didn’t know anyone who liked The Princess Diaries or High School Musical or any of the other geeky YA stuff I adore. Most people my age don’t bother, think it’s too young and silly. J sees what I see and we’ve built this great friendship that’s now way beyond gushing over Michael Moscovitz as the perfect fictional boyfriend and dogging broody loner boyfriends who like to suck blood.  For me, your books were like a secret password. Once I knew J loved your books too, I knew we were in the same club. Now we share our writing anxieties and excitements, and I don’t know if I ever would have taken the writing dream seriously without her egging me on.  So thanks for that.

Thanks for writing light, funny romances that don’t take themselves too seriously.  It seems like so many writers  focus on Saying Something, and so many high profile books concern Very Grave matters.  I knew I didn’t want to write angsty fiction, and reading your various series showed me that we can write good-natured stories that are there for the sake of being happy and entertaining that do not force us to live in Sweet Valley (although it is admittedly interesting there).  There can be messages (The Gospel of Mia!), but they don’t have to come to us through impossible language and dark imagery.   We can write things that are both fun to write and fun to read. We can include pop culture references, dammit; they are amusing and people like them.    We can leave our terrible days at work and go home to books that make us smile instead of cry. We can be girlie girls who want equal rights and good jobs, but we can still want a nice boy to kiss the heroine at the end. What a relief.

In short, I’m thankful that you write what you write because it’s helped me figure out who I want to be and what I want to do with my life.  Kind of a big deal.

Anyway, I’ve gone sentimental and sappy, and I hope you won’t think I’m all boring because of that. I’m totally interesting. I once stopped a kid from mugging me by grabbing his hoodie and yelling for help. I can also say the alphabet backward while drunk, if that helps.

I’m looking forward to hearing you speak this weekend. I’ll try to say something witty when I see you, but I think it’ll come out sounding like, “I love The Princess Diaries. The weather is gross today.”

But you’ll know what I mean.

Cheers to you, Meg!

-M

PS Have you seen this?? I found it on Tumblr.  I wish I knew who made it so I could credit them.

 

 

Conversations with Books, Part 2

Here’s more of the imagined conversations between the books on my new bookshelves. See Part 1 here.

The road trip books are crowding the top shelf and trying to ignore my scrapbook from study abroad at Oxford. They’re like, “Look, unless this journey of yours is a metaphor for finding yourself, we’re not interested.”  The Murry kids from A Wrinkle in Time are sitting next to Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and I’m sure they’re comparing notes to see if they met any of the same people.  Richard Mayhew from Neverwhere is eavesdropping and trying to get up the nerve to jump in. I put both of John Green’s road trip books next to As I Lay Dying because I figure those smartie pants kids will feel smug about sitting next to William Faulkner. Also, Alaska and Margo can get together and form the “John Green Dream Girls” club.  I’ve helpfully supplied Amy and Roger with a handful of guidebooks, though  Antarctica would be a long drive for them.  Finally, the Tolkien hobbitses are feeling bewildered on their perch next to manic Maureen Johnson and her 13 Little Blue Envelopes series.   She’s loving it, of course, and she’s asking many inappropriate questions about Sauron.

Elsewhere, Mindy Kaling is dropping bon mots to an impressed Bridget Jones and a slightly confused Elizabeth Bennet.  Bridge is proposing cocktails, Mindy is proposing cocktails and crazy manicures, Elizabeth is finding modern English much too familiar, and Georgia Nicolson is scheming to swipe some booze and trying to pick up tips from Ms Jones.  Mindy tries out her best fake British accent, and the other three dissolve in laughs. Ruby Oliver from The Boy List  is craning her head around the others to exchange wry looks with Sloane Crosley and Daria.
 

Ah, the dreaded Vampires and The Women Who Love Them shelf. Bella takes up a lot of room here (of course she does), but there’s room for a kind of support group moderated by the author Dead Travel Fast.  He’s like, “You guys know these are creatures who actually want to kill you, right?” And Elena of The Vampire Diaries is like, “Yeah, but have you seen them? Super good looking.” Bella high fives her and makes some comments about sparkling.  At this point, Vlad Dracula turns his head and clears his throat meaningful while pointing to his gross and sparkle-free  face and Meena Harper from Insatiable makes a gagging sound.   Finney of My Dead Girlfriend scratches his head and says, “So, none of you are dating ghosts? Why am I here again?”  And that’s when I sheepishly admit that he just fit into the space really nicely.

Next time:  A date night for some YA couples and the children of the Gods have brunch.

Conversations with Books, Part 1

A while ago, I found this suggestion online:

Imagine your books are persons. Then arrange them according to the conversations they could have with their neighbors.

Source

Naturally, it captures my imagination to think of my books waiting until I flick off the lights to engage in their after dark chats.  When I built my new bookcases and rearranged my home office, I spent hours one Sunday afternoon arranging many of my books in this way.  I’ll be sharing some of my favorites over the next couple of days.

The books about  precocious kids all got together for a wild rumpus on one of the lower shelves. Allie Finkle is pretending to be a foreign ninja warrior princess with Betsy and Tacy, while Turtle Wexler and Flavia de Luce  start a girl’s detective agency.  The kids from The Goonies (Yeah, I have the movie novelization. Jealous?) are joining up with Stanley Yelnats and the other delinquents from Holes to find a way to rescue the Lemony Snicket kids (“Orphans never say die! Down here, it’s our time!”), while Matilda and Kat Incorrigible sip tea and discuss Regency era romances  and take turns moving things with their eyes to freak out the other kids. I thought about pairing Nanny from The Nanny Diaries with a cute single memoir guy, but I needed someone to wrangle the moppets at bedtime.

I like to imagine this stack gathered around a flashlight at a sleepover when a storm is brewing outside. Catherine from Northanger  and the nameless new Mrs de Winter  from Rebecca could get themselves all in a dither with their tales of gothic fright.  Then the ghostly narrator from The Lovely Bones could be like, “You guys are weak sauce.  I have a better story about a creepy neighbor guy who built an underground cave.”   And then Ms Roach, who would be surprised to find herself on my bookshelf in the dark, would roll her eyes and tell them that so-called “mediums” used to stuff gauze up their ladyparts  to trick people into thinking they were spewing ectoplasm and, sorry Susie Salmon, but you probably don’t exist.  But then Rory from Name of the Star would be like, “Uh, hey, I see dead people, so maybe they’re right.” And then thunder would boom  through the room and they would all scream and jump.

On this shelf,  Katniss from  The Hunger Games and Katsa from Graceling  compete in a  super intense archery contest complete with flinty stares while  Peeta and Po sit to the side drinking beer and exchanging war stories.  They’d kind of be hoping for a Girl Fight when the lost boys from Lord of the Flies would come over the hill screeching that they’re going to kill the pig, but they’d stop dead when Katniss and Katsa turn the power of their stone cold gazes on them.  Peeta would say, “Hey, guys, have a beer or something. The girls will shoot us a pig for dinner later.  Where’d you get that face paint? Do you have any left? That really takes me back.” And Po would say, “I sense these guys could use a bath.”  They’d all have a good laugh,  and then they’d discuss  survival skills and form an alliance to take down the rest of the bookcase.

Tomorrow: Mindy Kaling and Bridget Jones have lots of questions for Elizabeth Bennet-Darcy and a bunch of books take a road trip together.

Holy WOW.

So, someone was kind enough to comment else where on this blog that Meg Cabot twittered about my Allie Finkle review, which would explain the over 700 hits on my blog today. Usually, I just assume people are stopping by because they’re looking for a picture of Darth Vader since that’s usually my hottest search term. Those people are usually disappointed, I’m sure.

Due to my long standing and well-documented girl crush on Meg Cabot, I more or less choked on my drink when I read this comment. I figuratively dashed to her Twitter and saw this:

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