"No. That's okay." She said it politely, but firmly.
I was thinking that writing a middle-grade novel might put me up a little higher on the coolness meter....but...well, you know. It's middle school and I'm her mom. Would it help if I was Stephanie Meyer? I asked myself. Probably not.
The book club kids at her school were great. But the best thing about them, was they were kids just like me a while back. (Only they called it Junior High way back then in the Dark Ages...) They lived and breathed books, just like I had (okay, like I still do!). They were smart and well-spoken and they listened so intently. My favorite part was toward the end of my spiel when I said, "Do you have any questions for me?"
"Actually, we have nine," one of them said.
The rest nodded in agreement. You gotta love that. Not "ten", or "I don't know", or the ever-popular shoulder shrug. Nine. They were curious, they were thoughtful and they were readers.
One of their teachers asked if they'd like to take a picture. We were in the library and one of the girls points to a prominent area of shelves. "How about in the Twilight Zone?"
Stephanie Meyer, you're killing me...
But a teacher so gracefully said, "I think the light might be a little too bright over there." She pointed to the bookshelves next to the circulation desk. "How about over there?" she said. "...under that big sign that says NEW..."
