When you write a novel about cheerleaders, even a dark crime novel, two things happen: People ask you if you were ever a cheerleader (I was not) and they confide strong feelings about cheerleaders, whether it’s their own experience of failing to make the high school squad, or the ponytailed captain who broke their heart a decade ago or more. "About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.Success meant the heady exhilaration of cheering on the polished gym floor, the yells seeming to swing the bright hot gym up and out into the night. My favorite: Jennifer, now in her thirties, recalled how in her girlhood she managed with great determination to find her mother's copy of The Cheerleader hidden under the mattress of a king-size bed, "way in the middle!" Recently Jennifer packed The Cheerleader in her suitcase ready for the trip to the hospital to have her own child "Mom is hoping to be there for the birth, so I think it will be quite hilarious to come full circle-reading aloud the book she banned as I'm giving birth to her grandchild!" As soon as Jennifer came home with her baby daughter, she took part in a "group read" of The Cheerleader on the Internet.Īll these devoted fans and all those who have asked for the chance to read The Cheerleader for the first time have now got their wish.
The mail that has continued to stream in ever since The Cheerleader was first published includes many amazing tales. Everybody has asked: When will The Cheerleader be in print again? I've received pathetic descriptions of copies that disintegrated after years of being read over and over. I've received letters from The Cheerleader fans wailing that their copies were borrowed by friends and never returned. Once I received a desperate phone call from a woman whose beloved copy of The Cheerleader had been sold by mistake in a yard sale.
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