Okay everyone, we can officially call off all publicity efforts for my book. I have reached the pinnacle. No, seriously. It may sound surprising, but the one place I was really, really, really hoping my book would get a mention was in Entertainment Weekly. And yesterday it happened.
I was home on the couch with Vera when the mail came in, our copy of EW came sliding through the mail slot in the door. Greg walked by and picked it up and I said, “Check the book section, please.” See, most places will let my publicist know if they’re going to review a book, but not EW. You just have to check. So Greg flipped to the back, scanned the three pages of books there and shook his head. “Nope,” he said, tossing the magazine onto the couch next to me and heading out for a bike ride.
I didn’t think much of it. Although EW is my big fantasy I wasn’t holding out major hopes that it would really happen. A few minutes later though my phone buzzed with a late-in-the-day email from my publicist in New York. “I just turned to the Entertainment Weekly calendar in the February 3/10 issue and under the first books heading of “Stuff We Are Looking Forward To” is your book!!! Have a great weekend!”
I snatched up the issue lying beside me and flipped to page 5 and there it was. (pictured bottom left)
I promptly burst into tears. This seems to be my go-to reaction when things like my wildest dreams come true.
You’re probably shaking your head. Entertainment Weekly? Not The New York Times? Not The New Yorker? And it’s just your name and the title, anyway, not even a blurb. Well of course, those other publications would be great, and an actual review in EW would be even better, but still, I’m just overjoyed.
Entertainment Weekly likes me! They really like me!
See, I’ve been a subscriber for almost a decade. I wouldn’t call myself a pop-culture junkie, per se, but I really do like to know what’s going on RIGHT NOW with movies, TV, music and books. It’s a desire that immediately disappears every time I take a great trip somewhere far out in the world and realize how wrapped up in my little, American life I am, but nonetheless, it’s something I swim in regularly. Entertainment Weekly representing the weird epicenter of it all somehow. Therefore, being recognized by them is, in my book, bigger than even O Magazine. (Shhh, don’t tell Oprah I said that.)
So yeah, we can call everything else off now. I’m utterly satisfied. And I’m also now a life-time subscriber to Entertainment Weekly.