As the Book Tour officially launched yesterday, it made me wonder what makes an American girl, well, American.  It all began at approximately 2pm that afternoon in Barnes and Noble, when young ladies with very pressing faces passed the signing table.  On and on they streamed, a phenomena unto themselves, as dolls flung over shoulders and in backpacks accompanied their "moms" to a VIP meeting.  I had to check it out, and discovered in the kids arena an American subculture--doll lovers.  And I wondered why we are so unique--enough to have our very own brand? 

I think its the spirit, the charm and the irresistible spark opportunity gives the eye.  We, ladies, make things happen.  One mother brought her daughter to the table to meet a "real author."  Really, and I felt pretty mature and responsible.  Then, minutes after, the whole Blue Angel thing took over, or the sheer pride you feel in this military town,  and I left wanting a pair of cutoff blue jeans and a heavy dose of metal.  Oh yes, and one of those American flag bikinis.  My rep declined to comment.

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