In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I wish to express gratitude to technology for promoting close ties with my loved ones (pictured right) even if it occasionally feels too close for comfort. Take my cell phone. Please. Family members can catch me in the book store, girl lunches, and the hairdresser’s shampoo station. Husband invariably calls both times I visit the pedicure salon, and since he doesn’t really know what a pedicure is, makes me repeat the word five times and seek other words to describe what I’m doing, until all 17 fellow pedicure clients glance up from their magazines to lament my short leash.
Take Instant Messaging. Please. By touching a few letters, my sons can cryptically inform me if they are in any kind of need, a state they interpret widely to include hunger, gym clothes, and homework. But. Instant messaging is a two-edged sword, and thanks to the high school family network, I see their grades before they do, (if I’m paying attention). Thanks to Facebook’s lack of privacy, I know what they’re broadcasting on the cosmic information superhighway soon enough to protect them from themselves.
If I’m paying attention.
You can experience this same degree of intimacy with MY JANE AUSTEN SUMMER. Enrolled in Facebook? You can click on the icon to the right of this post to gain instant access to the intimate details of a novel’s birth. You can experience the labor and delivery of baby fiction as if you were present at the printing press, bear the author’s endless self-promotion, and know what reviewers say the moment their thoughts first occur to them. How many of your closest friends are books? MY JANE AUSTEN SUMMER has a total of 22 fans. While this is high achievement for a lemonade stand, it will not impress the Head Office. So go ahead and friend the book. It can’t talk back and will never text you for homework, lunch, or gym clothes.