The smell of fresh cut grass is the lawn screaming, explains A. J. Colucci at the Paramus Barnes & Noble during her book signing tonight.
Questions she ponders while researching “Seeders: A Novel” include “Can plants think?” She finds studies on plant intelligence that show not just fauna but also flora are able to hear, feel pain and make choices. (Take that, vegetarians.)
To keep things light, she urges attendees to win a prize by telling the funniest plant joke. Offering “Why did the gardener plant light bulbs? She wanted to grow a power plant!” did not get me a T-shirt. By raising her hand and correctly answering “photosynthesis” during quiz time, my Goddaughter wins a pen.
Almost a year ago, before “Seeders” was complete, A. J. agreed to meet with me because we have one wonderful woman in common: my Aunt Theresa, who we both link to through our respective spouses. At the time, I was struggling with writing the one-paragraph pitch for my first full-length novel, Fiona’s story, which I called “One of Thirty-Six.”
“‘Thoughtless’ would be a better title,” A. J. said. And that’s what I’ll call it once I dust off the manuscript to rework every scene, after completing “People in Charge: A Novel.”
Tonight, she wrote: “To Veronika Roo, Best of luck with your book. Hope to come to your book signing soon. Best, A. J. Colucci.”
Since beginning to worry whether Siafu Moto were plotting to consume humans, ants have become a regular feature in texts between my beloved and me. I wonder what type of Emoji a book about neurobiology will inspire?