adventures in being a grown up.
Jan. 25th, 2012 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredSince the last post, I have become a car owner. It's a dark blue Nissan, and I still have to get used to it. It all happened kind of fast--Dad and I ended up on the lot intending to just look, and then there were forms and lots of reading. It was kind of overwhelming, but, y'know, I can handle it.
In the meantime: on Sunday I went to an event at the Dallas Public Library because John Green was speaking there about censorship. He's on a tour promoting The Fault in Our Stars (which I am afraid to finish reading, because from some of the reactions I have a feeling it's going to be one of those books that might wreck me), and the only official date in Texas was in Austin. At any rate, I went and it was all very cool (I sat on the steps in the auditorium next to a representative from Penguin Books, because every seat was full), and after I got my copy of Paper Towns signed, and I babbled something about my YA lit class to John, who wished me luck.
I'm still amazed by the fact that I was so excited to have that happened. (Plus, he walked past me on the way out for the signing!) I've met some actors and bands before and been pretty calm, but I had a moment of "Oh, wow, I am a few yards away from one of my favorite authors," moment. It made me think a little about celebrity. To anyone else it would've been kind of underwhelming, because authors are relatively low on the scale of celebrities worth fawning over, you know? People don't routinely lose their shit over Steven King or JK Rowling... well, depending on the circumstances, they might. But it's not like they're the megacelebrities who have the shaking and crying fans.
On top of that, I've been having a moment in which I'm listening to almost nothing but 90s pop (namely the Backstreet Boys) and OK Go. You know, just one of those days and whatev.
In the meantime: on Sunday I went to an event at the Dallas Public Library because John Green was speaking there about censorship. He's on a tour promoting The Fault in Our Stars (which I am afraid to finish reading, because from some of the reactions I have a feeling it's going to be one of those books that might wreck me), and the only official date in Texas was in Austin. At any rate, I went and it was all very cool (I sat on the steps in the auditorium next to a representative from Penguin Books, because every seat was full), and after I got my copy of Paper Towns signed, and I babbled something about my YA lit class to John, who wished me luck.
I'm still amazed by the fact that I was so excited to have that happened. (Plus, he walked past me on the way out for the signing!) I've met some actors and bands before and been pretty calm, but I had a moment of "Oh, wow, I am a few yards away from one of my favorite authors," moment. It made me think a little about celebrity. To anyone else it would've been kind of underwhelming, because authors are relatively low on the scale of celebrities worth fawning over, you know? People don't routinely lose their shit over Steven King or JK Rowling... well, depending on the circumstances, they might. But it's not like they're the megacelebrities who have the shaking and crying fans.
On top of that, I've been having a moment in which I'm listening to almost nothing but 90s pop (namely the Backstreet Boys) and OK Go. You know, just one of those days and whatev.
