'Editing Emma' Blog Tour
Welcome
to my stop on the epic, exciting and exceptional 'Editing Emma' blog
tour!
I
am thrilled to be blogging about this book – and not for the first time, either! I can safely say this YA is going to be one of the
2017's biggest and best. The excellent Chloe Seager has an
immeasurable talent for creating characters and writing with a clear
voice. Emma explodes out of this book, and I found myself loving and
relating to her from very early on in her blogging journey. In fact,
she reminded me of the young Grace, sitting in her college library at
lunchtime, typing furiously to everyone and no-one when she first set
up her blog...but the less said about her, the better.
Now,
Chloe has very kindly written some fabulous words for my blog and you
readers. What a babe she is. I think we'll all be applauding and
agreeing (albeit reluctantly) with her tales of awkward crushes and
let-down dates...
Dating
and Crushes - The Disappointments
Everyone
probably has a traumatic or embarrassing story about their love life
hidden away somewhere, and throughout my younger years I had my fair
share of bizarre crushes and bad dates. I thought I’d round up a
few of my biggest and most disappointing, and ask you all to join
hands and thank heaven that I found my boyfriend when I did.
First
were childhood crushes. I’m not even sure they count as
crushes per se, but they can form such a significant part of growing
up. I was o-b-s-e-s-s-e-d with the boy who lived next door to me, who
I used to play ‘doctors’ with (didn’t we all have a pal we used
to play questionable games of ‘doctors’ with?) One day he
left his undressed action man climbing the ivy trestle outside my
window. I was sure it had to mean something. Like Romeo throwing
stones at my window, but instead of stones a tiny, naked man? After
trying to decipher the meaning for many months, it turned out he just
forgot it. Whatever.
Next
came celebrity crushes. My eleven-year-old self found a
strange sort of sexual awakening in Johnny Depp playing Jack Sparrow.
I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean nine times at the
cinema. Nine times. (What’s more, can I ask, who lets an
eleven-year-old go to see a film nine times? And actually pays for
it? My mother, I guess.) My Mum actually took me to the premiere of
Finding Neverland so I could stand outside and see Johnny Depp
- and see him I did. I actually met him. He signed my
autograph and it was a magical moment… But literally a moment,
because I suddenly realised how he looked nothing like Jack Sparrow
in real life.
Then
came teen crushes. The scariest and most intense of all. I
will bet you that in every single school across the globe, you will
find unsuspecting older students who, unknown to them, have a secret
group of devoted admirers in lower years, who have dubbed them with a
range of totally uninspiring nicknames. Ours were ‘Art Boy,’ (oh
Art Boy, the way you moved that pencil), ‘Hot Boy,’ (he was hot),
and ‘Big Eyes’ (those really were some giant eyes). I will also
bet you that in every single school across the globe, you will find
that same group of devoted admirers heartbroken that ‘Art Boy’
never stopped being ‘Art Boy’ to become ‘Tom,’ or whatever.
Or, that if ‘Art Boy’ did indeed become ‘Tom,’ ‘Tom’ was
probably boring, arrogant and not at all the charming, witty and
attentive man of their dreams. My own ‘Art Boy’ was actually
pretty charming, but also turned out to be gay, so sadly definitely
not interested in me.
The
teenage years were also when dating entered into the mix. One
of the most disappointing dates I ever had was also the one I was
most excited for. I met this boy fleetingly at a party, who had a
My Chemical Romance bag. I REPEAT: A MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
BAG. Surely, this meant love? Our glance met across the room and we
both eyed each other’s Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge ensembles.
We swapped numbers and arranged to meet up, and I couldn’t stop
thinking about how great our date was going to be all week. It was
clearly meant to be. But for some reason, on the actual date, we
didn’t appear to have that much else in common. It turns out a
shared passion for wearing Gerard Way’s blood spattered artwork
isn’t a strong basis for a relationship. Who knew?
Throughout
all this, I’d love to say I’d learned something from each and
every encounter. I’d love to say each disappointment brought with
it new and life-changing wisdom; useful knowledge that I might pass
down the generations from my sage throne of romantic experience. But
in all honesty, I entered into adult life with probably as little
clue about the mysteries of love as I’d ever had. (Does anyone ever
get a clue?) I hoped, though, that reading about Emma’s dating
disasters might at least make someone laugh and feel less alone in
their own seemingly endless cycle of disappointments.
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