I guess the caption here would be SAY IT TO THE HAND…
Here's a link to a book review that irked me, not because the writer (fancy, literary, important, never met her or read any of her work but she's probably a very nice person) doesn't like ME, but because she doesn't like YOU. It turns out I have a soft spot for YOU, YA reader. Go figure.
What do you think? It's not this particular reviewer that gets to me, so much as the recurrence of the theme: Young Adult Books Are Stupid and People Who Read Them Are Stupider.
Here's the review:
Here's my response:
Here's the podcast interview that discusses it, among other things:
Amherst College, one of my favorite alma maters, profiled, interviewed and reviewed me for their in-house book review site. They are awesome. The alumni review, my response, and the ensuing interview with Professor Barry O'Connell, one of the all-time Amherst greats and one of the formative minds of my past, all center on the question of Young Adult Lit.
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