I was supposed to attend a sneak preview of Becoming Jane last night, and I would be reviewing it here today.

But my friend, an editor at Marie Claire, had to cancel, so I ended up watching Yankees baseball. That Derek Jeter . . . but I digress.

[I was interviewed for an upcoming feature in MC about on-the-job romance. I was the only woman who was in a superior position to her love interest, since my now husband was my intern. I’ll let you know when it’s out].

Which means I’ve got nothing to talk about today. Except for change; can you imagine being a young, country-reared girl of 17, being taken to the Big City to make her debut? How chaotic! No wonder so many of them panicked and ran off to meet swashbuckling sea captains and the like. And, of course, it would be a big change in terms of perception–as the scion of the county’s leading family (or at least among the top 5), it must’ve been hard to arrive in London and find yourself jostling for attention with duke’s daughters, earl’s first cousins, and ridiculously wealthy businessmen’s children trying to buy their way into the aristocracy. And you, a lowly baron’s daughter or something.

In some ways, it is similar to going off to college at the same age; unless you stuck close to home, chances are you went away for a long period of time for the very first time in your life. What happened to you? I was miserably homesick, read all the time and spoke very little (my roommate, who remains a close friend to this day, used to introduce me to people telling them I was mute. She is very talkative.)

Of course, eventually I embraced college life, not least because I was in New York City. What about you? What was the biggest change in your maturation? How was adjusting to college life for you? Did you ever attend anything similar to a coming-out ball?


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