I spent a restorative weekend Up North with my book club, and even found time to squeeze in some reading. We talked about Wolf Hall (our September selection) for less than five minutes and enjoyed some incredible rambles through nature, along with lots of food, booze, and extreme canoeing. I share this not because I assume it's of particular interest to anyone, but because I think it makes for a really good excuse for my blog neglect. Look how relaxed I am in that hammock! That lady has no time for Squarespace metrics...
A Few Thoughts on YA Literature...
Last week, Ruth Graham over at Slate wrote the ultimate literary click-bait article, complete with inflammatory headline, "Against YA: Read whatever you want. But you should feel embarrassed when what you're reading was written for children." Read it if you dare; I especially like the parts where she confuses children with teens (i.e. The Hunger Games Trilogy is decidedly not for children), and when she blames adult consumption of YA literature on millenials, because their young adulthood extends into the 30s. The timing was either deliberate or fortuitous, as the article dropped amid the week-long "Fault in Our Stars" movie premier hoopla. Naturally, bloggers and writers from NPR, NPR again, the Atlantic, the Hairpin, etc. etc responded mostly in the form of strong disagreement.
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