Saturday, February 6, 2010
Yes, that is who you think it is.
JACQUELINE WILSON
Yes.
If you don't know who she is there will be two reasons.
1: You're a boy
2: You're a girl that didn't like reading.
Any girl aged between 7-13 should know who she is. She has written zillions of books.
I co-interviewed here for a radio station when she was in New Zealand.
The story goes like this: I was a HUGE fan of Jacqueline Wilson, as were all my friends. We all loved her books. She was like the God of the Pen to us. My mum's friend said to my mum that the person who worked at the radio station was looking for a chatty 10 or 11 year old to co-interview (or just ask a few questions) to Jacqueline, so through a lot of emails, my mum managed to score me the role!
I got the day off school and it was pretty much the most exciting day of my life, as I crammed all (well, nearly all) of my books by her into my school bag.
I can remember when she walked into the room I couldn't believe it was her, and that she was bothering to come to a country as random as NZ, but who cared? She was there!
She said Hello, and How nice it was to meet me.
But here's the thing that got me. She must have met Millions of Children per year, so of course I wasn't anything special, but it really tore my heart in half the way that I could tell she was just being polite, and didn't actually want to get to know me. I'd always thought she was a really friendly person (and she was), but I could tell that she didn't want to know me. Which as a 10 year old, hurt.
A strange thing happened, and from that day forward I never bought another Jacqueline Wilson book. Not because I was angry at her. I tried to still enjoy her books, but when I got them out of the library and read them, I just didn't enjoy them anymore.
The way she writes is she uses a mold. Usually a traumatized child with some issue. She plays the issue out throughout the whole book. And then, the End.
When people asked me if I enjoyed meeting her I always said Yes. But really it was No. Because after that I lost the way I enjoyed reading her books. And her books had been like the Bible to me.
So now I have a shelf of signed books, and a kind of sadness in my heart.
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