I knew I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have read it, but it was shiny, new, and nestled lovingly in tiny pieces of crumpled paper. I'm my own worst enemy. Do you ever feel like you’re the last of an ancient civilization? The last of Arthur’s knights standing guard over a powerful relic? The last person tapping out text messages on a flip phone? Actually, reverse that. Do you ever feel like the only person who doesn’t hasn’t can’t won’t do whatever is the most popular th
First comes the pain, then the disappointment, and finally . . . salvation?
I’ve been on a reading roller coaster since the beginning of 2018. I’ve been left disappointed and unsatisfied more than I’ve been left thrilled and delighted. What is happening? Why am experiencing these reading woes?
Is it because 2017 was a unicorn in the middle grade and YA book world?
Is it because I won’t bow down to the overlords of YA fantasy?
Is it because I’m a grumpy pants?