One question that virtually every book lover gets asked is the inevitable, “What is your favorite book?” As if it were possible to choose only one book, in the entire universe of books, in all of the galaxies of genre, among all of the stars of narratives. And for those of us who collect books, we know this is a silly question, because why would we need bookshelves if only one book was important to us?
This week’s post features words from upcoming Irish author Dave Rudden, whose novel Knights of the Borrowed Dark will be released in August of this year. I was delighted and gratified to find his work because not only does the story sound like a really good read, it also resonates with many themes that I think are so vital for children’s literature. One of the most important, particularly for the book that I’m currently querying, is the recognition that boys are raised with an unhealthy and impossible expectation to be stoic and nearly emotionless, told that a man is always strong and does not allow himself weakness of any kind. Read the rest of this entry
It’s been a year of continuous thrills for the fan communities— the latest installments in the Marvel cinematic universe, “stay-tuned” trailer releases and announcements like the upcoming films in the worlds of X-Men and Harry Potter, a Christmas special for Sherlock fans. And this week’s treat, the release of the brand-new, no kidding, no spoilers Star Wars sequel. Read the rest of this entry
I wanted to continue off of my last post, “In Defense of Growing Up,” with a few more thoughts on the subject. Blog posts, they say, need to be short. I’ve learned that it takes me a few hundred pages to fully develop some ideas and discover what I really think—that’s why I am a novelist, after all. And it’s also why I read so much. I know it takes other people a while to fully depict complex and beautiful thoughts, too.
Of course, being a voracious reader has its downsides. Read the rest of this entry
From the beginning of our lives, there is one question that hovers over us constantly. When we gaze up into our parents’ eyes, it is there. When we crawl about the floor or dash away to inspect something new, we find it in most of the places we look. When we try something that we have not attempted before and we succeed or fail, it burns in our cheeks with victory or shame. Read the rest of this entry