The recent deaths of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett shocked and saddened many, especially those of us who came of age in the seventies.  Though at first glance, these celebrities may seem very different, in many ways, they were similar.

For one thing, they were both “thrillers.” The sight of Michael (or not), or Farrah or her hair, was sensational.  They both had “it”, that magical quality that made them an overnight success.  They maintained their celebrity status in stunning looks for years, too–until they didn’t.

Their lives were haunted by personal tragedy–divorce, drugs, scandal and disease.  The details were highly public and pertinent.  Why did we care so much?  Media such as photos and videos and radios brought them into our homes.  It made them real, it made us care.  We never met them (most of us anyway), but we cared when they left us.

Although I am not Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett or any type of celebrity, I want to invite you to share in my personal thrill of my novel debut.  Please visit my photo gallery, where you will see photos of my book signings, readings and the launch party.  It was quite a thrill.

Shore ‘nuf,

— Claire Applewhite