I feel like there's a significant different between eleven-year-olds who picking up Sandman on their own, and giving a copy to them. But I don't really have an opinion as to appropriateness.
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I would definitely not stop a kid from reading what they like. But, yeah, I could see handing it out is sort of an endorsement. Or at least leaves you open in a "Where did you get THAT?" conversation.
I feel like there's a significant different between eleven-year-olds who picking up Sandman on their own, and giving a copy to them. But I don't really have an opinion as to appropriateness.
I agree with this completely. My mother still worried about what movies I saw and TV I was watching at 11, but I pretty much read whatever I wanted.
Thanks, JZ. Glad you like them.
Not blowing smoke up your ass, either. I wish that people with more money than us would notice your work and pounce on it, because it's seriously fucking good, tight storytelling.
I wish that, too. I keep thinking I get my big break, when really? Not so much. Homicide rule 5"It's good to be good. It's better to be lucky." I'm not that lucky.(Although I was hoping to get reviewed as a "promising newcomer" or something...I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed about that.)
I feel like I should say that I don't really write FOR the money, and that I don't really give much of a shit about money in and of itself. But artistic pride does not buy vacations or chocolate strawberries, and I wish I had more of those.(And there are far too many talented people in my "community" being steered toward eternal hobbyism, rather than finding out what their talents can be "worth" and I refuse to do that. Again, anyway.) Like it or not, paychecks speak, and since I have to give up on street cred being from the wrong part of Glendale for the hip-hop/Ranchera album, I do what I can.
Don't Make Fun of Dan Brown
LOVE.
The voice at the other end of the line gave a sigh, like a mighty oak toppling into a great river, or something else that didn’t sound like a sigh if you gave it a moment’s thought.
::dies::
Renowned author Dan Brown gazed admiringly at the pulchritudinous brunette’s blonde tresses, flowing from her head like a stream but made from hair instead of water and without any fish in.
I want to marry this reviewer.