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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-09T20:04:38Z</updated>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2008-12-15T10:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-15T18:37:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-09T20:04:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bette Midler, 'Human Kindness.'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went holiday shopping with my mother yesterday.  Always an entertaining experience, since she's essentially tireless, shameless, and the only person I know willing to go through the &lt;i&gt;entire&lt;/i&gt; bottom-of-the-barrel clearance section at Rasputin's with me.  As we were driving to the mall, the following exchange took place.  (I started transcribing as we talked, and I take good shorthand, so this really is close to verbatim.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "I finished that book you gave me.  I really liked it."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You mean &lt;i&gt;The Stepsister Scheme&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Good!  Did you bring it back?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "No, I forgot.  I just can't believe a guy wrote it.  Is he a little light in the loafers maybe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We pause while I giggle hysterically.  Then:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, Jim's married.  He has kids."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh.  Well, it was really good.  He describes things really well."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, I'll tell him."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "You tell him your mother gives it a thumbs up.  Now he just has to write another one."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "He has.  It's called &lt;i&gt;The Mermaid's Madness&lt;/i&gt;.  It'll probably be out next year."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Good!  Because I want to know--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is a longer pause while my mother gives opinions on the book that would count as spoilers if they were posted here.  Also, because I spent half of her diatribe laughing too hard to write.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'll let him know."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "I couldn't put it down.  It's one of those books you can't put down.  I got home at three in the morning and I was reading the damn thing.  I was like you in your bed with the flashlight when you were a kid."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's awesome."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "I really liked how he handled--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another long pause while Mom goes on about the book.  Also, more laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "So I figure people will like it."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Good."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "On second thought, maybe you shouldn't tell him I read his book if it's not out yet."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's what ARCs are for.  They help build word of mouth, and that sells more copies."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh.  Well, I'll tell everybody they should buy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  &lt;i&gt;The Stepsister Scheme&lt;/i&gt;: it kept my crazy mother up all night.  (Also, she would pause for the rest of the day, say 'Cinderwench,' and just start giggling.)</content>
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