I'm lucky enough to have a gust post from this fabulous author today. Her books has been causing quite a storm in the blogosphere, I'm sure you've seen the rave reviews all over twitter and she's here on the blog today. Without further ado I'll hand over to her...
More of a fan and less of a girl.
When I was a teenager, the internet was the stuff of science-fiction. There was no web to connect us all. Mobile phones were brand new, let alone all-singing and dancing smartphones. Sure, we had computers (I’m not that old) but they were clunky affairs – black screens with green type that needed lines of complicated code just to open a page and very much the preserve of the well-off. I remember seeing our newly installed IT lab at school and thinking how dull they looked. Even duller when I was asked to use one. Then my brother got his Commodore 64. We’d sit, eageranticipation on our faces as he slid the cartridge to his latest game into the slot. Then we’d wait. And wait. And wait. After something that felt like three years the home screen would appear. It looked a little bit like Minecraft, if Minecraft was really rubbish. Hardly enough to inspire me to get techie. If you wanted to fangirl someone back then, with so few of these stone-aged computers in circulation, all you could do was scour the shops for the latest merchandise/ magazine feature/ video tape. Or you could, with some luck if it was a popular celebrity, find a like-minded individual on the school playground to share your obsession with. If it wasn’t, you were simply on your own – a weird island out in a sea of anonymity.
Things have moved on so fast and now, of course, computers are everywhere, the omnipresent internet in every dark corner of our existence. We even think in computer-speak these days. So it’s easy for the object of our desire to be everywhere. We can observe, engage with other fans, even interact with the celebrity in question. We are witness to the minutiae of their public lives and a fair bit of their private ones too. Now, more than ever, it’s tempting to think that we form a significant part of their lives if we so much as receive a favourited tweet from someone. The blurring of the dividing lines between those in the public eye and the rest of us mere mortals can be very exciting but it can be just as damaging.
For Bonnie in Hopelessly Devoted to Holden Finn, it fuels her fixation on twenty-three-year-old pop megastar, Holden. A world famous heartthrob, every girl knows his face and almost all of them would like to know it better. For Bonnie, he’s always tantalisingly just out of reach – but only just. He’s close enough to imagine their relationship could become reality, but far enough away that his inevitable faults will never be a real issue so that he won’t let her down, unlike the ‘real’ men in her life. Until, of course, the day that fate plays a hand and throws them together. Can Holden live up to the image of perfection that Bonnie has created in her mind? Can she deal with the real Holden? Or will she find that behind all the glitz and glamour, he’s just an ordinary man?