Last year, six or so weeks before #metoo, I published a book about the importance of hearing women’s stories. It has been a little over a year since Young Jane Young came out, and a lot has changed and sometimes it seems like nothing has changed. But that’s pessimism! A lot has changed. Here are some of the jackets from around the world.
I’m in conversation with my friend and fellow writer, Rebecca Serle, on September 18th at Skylight Books. She is the best, and you should come because we will amuse you. And if you don’t come, we will amuse each other. But it’s better if you come. We are celebrating her new book—and first adult novel—The Dinner List. The Dinner List is magical and moving and on the Indie Next List for September.
Here’s the publisher’s synopsis:
At one point or another, we’ve all been asked to name five people, living or dead, with whom we’d like to have dinner. Why do we choose the people we do? And what if that dinner was to actually happen? These are the questions Rebecca Serle contends with in her utterly captivating novel, THE DINNER LIST, a story imbued with the same delightful magical realism as One Day, and the life-changing romance of Me Before You.
When Sabrina arrives at her thirtieth birthday dinner she finds at the table not just her best friend, but also three significant people from her past, and well, Audrey Hepburn. As the appetizers are served, wine poured, and dinner table conversation begins, it becomes clear that there’s a reason these six people have been gathered together.
For me, a great concept is one that makes you reflect on your own life: who would you invite, if you could invite anyone? Side note: one of my favorite mini-genres of short story is the disastrous dinner party. So many good ones. Joshua Ferris and Rebecca Lee come to mind. Would you guys read this blog if I turned it into a short story review?
By the way, it’s a writing year for me, which means I’m not doing events. Except this one! So, if you want to see my face and you live near Los Angeles, this is your only chance.
Sandra Oh reads the Modern Love I wrote last October.
They call it “sly” and “exhilarating,” which are two adjectives I really like. Also, Young Jane Young is in stores now.