There is a madcap performance within the Jenna Bush Hager morning routine.
Coffee sloshes from her cup, occasionally threatening her "Today" show uniform. Lipstick tints a tooth or two until professionals intervene. Nonconformist strands of hair attach to her mouth at a staff meeting where she suggests that no true Texan would take the kind of "cowboy-cation" the show plans to feature. ("Hair in your mouth, you're like my daughter," her co-host, Hoda Kotb, faux-scolded off camera, straightening her up.)
Inside her dressing room, Hager sits amid well-curated trinkets tracing her long, strange public arc: an image of her father, George W. Bush, cradling her and Barbara, her fraternal twin sister, as newborns; a handwritten note from Andy Cohen, one of many celebrity pals she has accumulated, pinned to her mirror; a framed painting of a dozen books by a dozen authors, her authors, arranged neatly in a row.
And once a month, Hager rises from this nook, steps over her bunny-furnished "Hop on In" welcome mat, walks out onto Rockefeller Plaza and beckons a live audience to hold aloft the freebie literature they have just been handed.
History dictates that this book will very likely become a bestseller, no matter the prior prominence of its creator. It might well become a television series, produced by Jenna Bush Hager. It will, at a minimum, charge into the culture — on shelves, in stockings, rocketing up the Amazon rankings — for the bare fact that Hager has said its name before a viewing public that has come to trust her like an insistently persuasive aunt.
"I just have had a love affair with reading because of the women that have come before me," Hager, the daughter of a librarian, said in an interview between recent tapings. "And my dad, too, even though people thought he couldn't read."
A summoning came from the crew: 90-second warning, Jenna.
"Five seconds?" she said, mishearing her way into a near-sprint. "Oh my God, I have to pee."