And everyone else that tore them apart.
So listen carefully;
For this is a tale of sex, deception,
and two people who got so caught up in the physical,
they didn’t realize the emotional until they were too far gone, too far gone.
If any of you recall, I met Jodi Picoult earlier on this year. Here's my report on it. :D
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Meeting Jodi Picoult
was probably one of the momentous moments in my life. I am a person who doesn’t go around chasing celebrities, so Jodi Picoult is arguably the most famous person I have spoken to (so far). Considering how I practically begged my mother to bring me there, you can be sure I was very excited to meet her.
Being an (extremely) enthusiastic fan, I brought a bag full of books. In fact, I brought 5 books for her to autograph. To be honest, I felt kind of silly, but what really mattered was that soon I’d have her autograph in my books! Not only did I bring a bag full of books, I also prepared myself before the trip. I am not ashamed to admit I am prone to prowl around her website reading about the books I love and their fabulous author.
Several minutes after I arrived, a lady announced Jodi Picoult. It was as if she had single handedly cast a spell on the room. Everyone seemed to sit up a little straighter, talk a little softer, breathe a little quieter. The lax atmosphere of the room morphed to one of anticipation.
Picoult breezed into the room like a hurricane. It is difficult to describe her. She’s looks like any other person on the street and yet you know that it’s this very person that spun those tales of magic. She was all smiles, dressed in a flowery dress with a head of fiery red hair. I remember how she declined the offer of a microphone by saying that she has a loud voice, “I’m American!” With her candidness, the tension in the room dissolved in an instant.
Next, she opened the floor to the audience. We were free to ask her any questions. Initially, it was quiet. But all of a sudden, a man’s voice was heard from the back of the room. The questions he asked, to put in a word, were weird. It was amazing how he managed to link a topic like Hitler to capital punishment.
Other than the ridiculous questions he asked, the other questions were pretty standard such as ‘How do you choose what to write about’ and ‘Do you have a specific schedule when writing.’ Oddly, I was able to identify some of the things she said from her website. I guess I spend too much time there.
Anyhow, after spending awhile answering question (which really could have been answered already if the questioner bothered to read her website), it was autograph time! Being Singaporeans, several of them already started to move from their seats to form a long line starting from her table. Since I needed to lug a huge bag of books, I was pretty far back. I didn’t mind though. After all, it gave my mother time to offer to buy two new books for me!
In the end, Jodi Picoult had to autograph 7 books for me. When she saw me put the stack of books on the table she actually went ‘Wow.’ I guess not everyone as enough muscles to bring 5 books plus 2 for her to sign! Asking her to autograph so many books for me gave me a chance to speak to her privately.
I asked her how she chose her name for the characters. She replied in a very friendly manner that sometimes the name just fit and sometimes she just gave the person a name she liked! Unfortunately, being so awed by her, I was stuttering a bit. Thinking back, I do wish if she remembers me, I’d only be The Girl Who Brought A Lot of Books and not The Girl Who Stuttered.
She also asked me which my favourite book was. I was thrown by the question. How do you answer a question with so many answers? In the end, I pointed at The Pact. After all, it was one of my favourite ones.
It was over all too soon. Once I left the room, it felt like everything was but a mere dream, a figment of my overactive imagination. Never fear though! I still have the tangible autographed books and fond memories.