Over the weekend I received two interesting emails. One at my MySpace account. One at my website account. Both from readers who wanted to let me know how much they loved ALL ABOUT EVIE. I was thrilled. I was also stunned. Both readers, different readers, identified themselves as being fourteen. As in 14-years-old!
I cringed thinking about the sexual content and graphic language, although both of the young ladies commented only on the humor. A co-worker at the library wasn't surprised to learn I had a young audience. "Fourteen," she said, "is the new seventeen. Trust me. I know." She's the mother of a young teenage girl. According to her, at this point, in today's world, a 14-year-old has pretty much seen and heard it all.
I don't even think I read my first Harlequin until I was 16 and they were categories. No graphic language to my recollection, certainly not the 'F' work. And the sex took place 'off page'. I definitely remember being disappointed when I read... They slipped into the bedroom.... Then turning the page to a new chapter... The next morning... Ack!
I guess I'm a bit old-fashioned. And not having children myself, I admit to being out of touch with what kids are indulging in at what age. All I can say is, I'm glad my two young fans commented on the humor in ALL ABOUT EVIE and not the sex otherwise I'd be mortified. I'm also taking solace in the knowledge that all of my tales include positive messages on many aspects of life, including say-no-to-drugs and say-yes-to-social tolerance. In which case, hooking them early is a good thing.
By the way, if either of those young ladies read this post, I was so flattered by your kind words. You made my weekend. Peace and joy!