Okay, so my new book has an Amazon Page now, which means the cover is officially up. Here it is, for those of you who haven’t seen it yet:
I have the say it’s always really exciting when the Amazon page goes up: that never gets old. It’s like it makes it real, or something. This time last year I was really pushing along, writing away, struggling hard at times, and now here I am and there it is. Wow. It’s kind of mind-blowing.
This is the official summary, from the front of the book: “Macy’s summer stretches before her, carefully planned and outlined. She will spend her days sitting at the library information desk. She will spend her evenings studying for the SATs. Spare time will be used to help her obsessive mother prepare for the big opening of the townhouse section of her luxury development. But Macy’s plans don’t anticipate a surprising and chaotic job with Wish Catering, a motley crew of new friends, or … Wes. Tattooed, artistic, anything-but-expected Wes. He doesn’t fit Macy’s life at all–so why does she feel so comfortable with him? So … happy? What is it about him that makes her let down her guard and finally talk about how much she misses her father, who died before he eyes the year before? Sarah Dessen delivers a page-turning novel that carries readers on a roller coaster of denial, grief, comfort, and love as we watch a broken but resilient girl pick up the pieces of her life and fit them back together.” (Thanks to Rachel, who found this, somewhere.)
As I’ve said before, I am the absolute worst at summarizing my own books. Ask my friend Leigh, who, on the way to look at dresses for her wedding, had to endure at least thirty minutes of me trying to describe this book back in August. It’s pitiful. But luckily my editor, who I believe wrote the above piece, is much more concise.
Whew. I have to say this is all a little overwhelming. Better move on….
….to Jen and Ben. Ah, yes. It is, officially, over.
I know the commentators are going crazy with this, everyone will be dissecting it all weekend, but I don’t want to do that. I just want to say something to Ben Affleck. Which is: Welcome back. Sure, she was nice, and sweet, and oh so glamorous, and being with her made you, at least for a little while, feel like you wanted to be the same way. But we don’t need you driving Bentleys, wearing bronzer, dropping money on expensive jewelry, appearing in videos and running your hand over her butt. That’s not you, Ben, the Ben we loved in Chasing Amy, and Dazed and Confused, and Dogma. We liked you schlumpy. We loved that you went to premieres in T-shirts and jeans, and that your mom still lives in the same house where you grew up, and that you go to baseball games and stuff your face on camera, not caring who sees you looking sloppy. We loved you in Project Greenlight, because you actually seemed to really care about what was happening to Erica Beeney (who we loved too) and because when you came to the set, you walked right in and hung out, whereas Jen stood outside, fully made up, looking uncomfortable that she actually had to be herself on camera. We liked that you gamble, because we all have our vices, we like that you went on the Daily Show and did an Apu imitation. We just liked you the way you were. You didn’t have to change for us! So welcome back. We’d like to buy you some chicken wings and a club soda. Really.
My new book and an open letter to Ben Affleck, all in the same entry. This is either an all-time low, or high. Maybe a little of both.
have a great day everyone!