Once upon a time, January came for us and proclaimed itself supremely uninterested in taking prisoners. Under the sustained assault, there were simply too many avenues of stress tearing into my brain. On one side of the field stood so many books (as they have always been there for me) ready to be read—to help. And on the other side loomed a distressing number of chasms inside me desperate to find solace and reprieve. But the two could not meet. No matter how many peace talks I attempted to broker. In February, in a move so unprecedented that I can only describe it as a lifeline thrown down into the deepest of the chasms, my exhausted mind decided it would be a good idea to finally give fanfiction a whirl. Now, there's no getting around the fact that for someone who has read as many novels that involve fic in some way or another as I have—seriously, novels that began as fic, novels written by authors who got their start writing fic, novels about characters who write/illustrate/love...
Oh what a great guest posting! You really captured some of the reasons and feelings why I love YA too! Part of the reason why I want to build up my library, is also because I love having people come in and borrow my books so that we can discuss how great they were after! Sharing bookish experiences is always so fulfilling =)
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Sharry, thank you so much! It's such a wonderful feeling passing on wonderful books and loaning out your own is particularly lovely because they have to come back and you get to talk to them. Also there's just something special about knowing your copy was the one they read first.
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ReplyDeleteYou have such a wonderful way with words, Angie. I loved that post. =)
ReplyDeleteLenore, hope you enjoy.
ReplyDeleteChristine, you are so sweet. I'm glad.