Queen of the Dorks

It’s no great secret that I’m a pretty big geek. I’m not going to go into it here, because it’s embarassing enough to confess these things to the anonymous internet, and so much worse when the internet is going to bring it up at the table in a few days. With evil chuckles.

A long long time ago, right when I was transitioning out of Babysitter’s Club and Nancy Drew, someone gave me a book to read. And I devoured it. And I went into the library, and found the next one by that same author. And then the next one. And the next one. And on and on it went, until I looked around and found that I was a fantasy fan. I’m sure that this caused my parents much glee. But more than that, that reading these books, about strong young women who refused to let anything get in the way of their ideas….well, it sort of made me a feminist, too.

So, I was in Atlanta last weekend, as some of you may be aware. Like lemmings, in all their population density, my geek-people swarmed. And it just so happened that one of the many guests in attendance was the author who is at least partially responsible for, at the very least, spurring my interest in books from childhood to adolescence, and probably a whole lot more.