Today's the publication date for my friend Rita Arens' young-adult novel, The Obvious Game. It is a good book that you should and will read!
The Obvious Game centers around 15-year-old Diana Keller, who's having a tough time, to say the least. Her mom is battling cancer, and Diana's dealing with quite a body image problem, which nosedives straight into an eating disorder. Plus, you know, she's a teenager, and it doesn't get much worse than that.
I'm in mid-reading, myself, and I'm enthralled. Me, a full-fledged adult! So don't think you have to be one of those teens to enjoy this. (Although I'm sure the teenager in your life will love it, as well.)
Rita worked hard to get her book published. Here she is on overcoming rejection.
At some point, I realized I wanted this book more than I cared how embarrassed I had to be to get it published. I think that’s what gets things done. In my heart of hearts, I know that for every writer who just knew the right people and was so amazingly talented and writing the right thing at just the right moment, there are hundreds of thousands who are just like me, for whom every victory is hard won.
I love how refreshingly open Rita is about the process/psychic ordeal for a first-time novelist. Hooray for perseverance!
Would you like a copy of your own? Rita has graciously offered to give away one copy (with a signed bookplate) to a lucky winner. I require a comment with your most awkward teenage moment (or just *an* awkward moment, if there are too many to choose from) and I shall choose the winner by next Thursday, February 14th.
WE HAVE A WINNER.
Your anecdotes were all appropriately mortifying (and how!), but this one stood out above the rest. And will give me flashback-nightmares for at least a week.
When I was 14, I had the biggest crush on this football player (with a bowl haircut? what?). So of course, my idiot friends, Bowl Cut, and I thought it'd be super cool to sneak little bottles of booze into the woods outside of a big German fest and get drunk off of god awful cheap liquor. Freshmen are totally smart and consistently make good decisions. Cut to: Bowl Cut wants me to go on a a ride called The Breakdance. You know the one. You're in a pod that's spinning, on an arm that's spinning, while the whole thing SPINS. As we're hurling through the air and the neon lights are wavering back and forth and whizzing up and down, Bowl Cut turns to me and says, "I don't feel so good." I confidently responded, "Me neither, but there's no way I'm going to be sick." Then, my mouth opened. A river of vomit projected out of my face and hit every single other car on The Breakdance. The ride was spinning so violently that there was nothing anyone could do but hope their eyes and mouth were closed at the right time. And guess what? Bowl Cut did NOT want to be my boyfriend after that! I know... I was confused too.
Congratulations, Kate! I'll be contacting you about your copy of Rita's book.