All I know about real debutantes I learned from reading Susan McBride’s yummy YA series The Debs, and from one episode of the O.C. where a hapless and suddenly destitute Mischa Barton dons a white dress and a fight breaks out over her father’s embezzling. It’s a pretty good episode, actually. (You’ve got to skip to the end for the white dresses and drama. But then you may miss out on some pretty fine acting…)
So far, no fights have broken out here on the Debutante Ball, but we still have three days left.
Likewise, I have never once, not one single time, been asked to curtsey low enough that an escort has to come and help me back to my feet. That’s a real thing. People do it. Here is a video.
I don’t own a pair of white gloves, not even for dusting, and tiaras make my head hurt.
And yet somehow my debut year has come to an end.
I’m so happy to have met my fellow debs, and honored to be joining a very talented bunch of alums. But I am also incredibly glad to see what comes next on this blog. The new debs for the class of 2014 are an exciting bunch full of energy and big plans, and there will be plenty to see when you tune in here on Wednesdays, or any other day. Plus there will be five new books to read, which is kind of the whole point, when it comes to what I love about the Deb Ball.
I hope you’ll join me in staying tuned here on the Ball, and keep in touch as I move my online presence to a quiet tweet here, a newsy facebook post there, and throw the rest of my creative juices into my next book and into keeping up with the BLB. Thank you for coming with me this year as I put one little part of my soul out there, sandwiched between two covers and covered in a bright blue jacket with swirly white writing.
Thank you, most of all, for being a lover of books. It’s way better than a white gown and a deep curtsey, if you ask me. And it looks good on everyone.