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Parent vs. Author: What do I do now?

The big day is tomorrow, and I’ve been busy getting guest posts written and biting my nails. The hard copies came, making me cry, and presenting a problem I didn’t expect to have.

I set them in a neat stack on the bookshelf, and yes, I pet them every time I walk by. Five copies in a tidy pile, with my name on the spine… (One of them will go to a Goodreads winner, and there’s still time to sign up. An ebook copy will also be given away on Stumbling Over Chaos — run and enter, because today is the last day!)

My son’s girlfriend, a charming young lady (an opinion I held even before this incident) noticed the stack. Youngerson explained that Mom had written them. I knew nothing of this until I came through with a stack of laundry — funny how a book release affects nothing of the daily needs of the household.

Charming Young Lady congratulates me on the achievement, and then *gasp* asks if she can read it.


I did SO not see this coming.  CYL has just turned seventeen. What do I do now?

I don’t think Youngerson explained exactly what sort of romance it is; his own knowledge of my writing, or so I  imagine, is that it involves men kissing. He may have put together a great deal more in the two years since we had that conversation. Since writing is a boring adult activity of no conceivable interest to him, I don’t know that he even read the back blurb.

CYL is the intelligent sort who does read back blurbs. So the content may not be a mystery to her, though the degree of explicitness might. Not kidding myself about other things she may have read at this tender age, because goodness knows I read my way through much racier material as a teenager. But is this something that I as a parent want to put into her hands?

I flashed on the horrific scene of me having to explain to her mother (a nice traditional Asian lady) why I thought this was a good thing to give to her daughter. “An expanded understanding of the stock market and the mortgage crisis” is probably not enough to counteract handsome, naked Ricky on the cover.

When I found my wits again, I told CYL that I was sure she was mature enough for the material but that I didn’t feel right about putting  it into her hands.

The book isn’t even out yet and I’ve turned down a reader. But what else could I do?