Kristin, nononono, you ought to be proud, damnit. Especially since I'm the only human being of my own acquaintance who doesn't get fantasy (edit: and Amy, so, well, two of us out of six billion).

And even with that, I'm a magic realism lover, so, there you go.

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Ack! Kristin, lots of people looooove fantasy! Even I love fantasy movies. (Well, some. Usually Arthurian stuff.) And I might like it if I read it, but I've just never found anything that appealed, you know? (Actually, that's not true, I did want to read Mists of Avalon and simply wasn't swept up enough to continue after a few pages.)

Plus, recognizing good writing doesn't rely on subject matter/genre. I was a freelance reader for a publisher once, long ago, and the editor I worked with bought men's action/adventure stuff. I was a bit confounded when I learned that, but he said, Hey, if the writing's good and the story's pulling you in, let me know. And it worked. The only caveat to that was knowledge of the genre, i.e. since I didn't normally read those books, I never knew if certain tropes/settings had been done to death, but he took care of that.

Also, like Deb, I love magic realism. And I love sci-fi, too, but again, movies, not so much books.

This is something I wanted to discuss a little bit in the book club thread, but I don't know if I should. I realized the other day that there are a lot of books I absolutely adore mostly because of the writing. The stories and characters, of course, worked, too, but the reason I go back to them is not always to revisit the story, but to immerse myself in how it's told. Is that making any sense?

Kristin, lots of us here ARE fantasy writers. Just because some of us aren't really into one genre or another doesn't mean we can't support and appreciate the good writing that happens in any genre.

Be proud of yourself for getting those words on the page.

If you want a beta reader, just ask. I'll bet there will be lots of takers.

What both Astarte and Amy said. Hell, even I can beta fantasy for character and general continuity; it's the trope itself I suck at.

Deb, you like fairy tales? I'll be sending you the story then too.

I love fairy tales. Such dark, odd, disturbing things.

And in a fairy tale, if you do bump into a dragon? It's usually an archtype or a costume for something else.

Such fun.

there are a lot of books I absolutely adore mostly because of the writing. The stories and characters, of course, worked, too, but the reason I go back to them is not always to revisit the story, but to immerse myself in how it's told. Is that making any sense?

Yes, oh so very much. There are things that don't even make sense, sometimes, that I read for the sound of the language.

There are things that don't even make sense, sometimes, that I read for the sound of the language.

For no good reason *, I just reread most of Mr. and Mrs. Bo Jo Jones (which, if you haven't read it, do, immediately), which is a book I've loved since I was a kid.

• Actually part of the reason is probably getting out and sorting through all our books in the move, which involved discovering ones that had been packed away due to lack of shelf space.

Her writing isn't "literary" or especially poetic, really, it's just very, very real. Her voice is so right on, even today, and yet it was written in 1967. The narrator's voice is so believeable, so immediate, and the way she describes some things just kills me.

Actually, here's a passage that is just flat out lovely, I think, as well as incredibly moving, without ever being graphic. She's watching her husband sleep after they've argued. (This is a story of two teenagers who get married.)

"...He looked, I thought, terribly young and defenseless and sweet.

As I leaned above him the baby lurched inside me and for a moment the baby inside me and the youth on the bed seemed one and the same and I somehow responsible for them both.

I lay down beside Bo Jo and whispered to him that I was sorry. I'm not sure he heard the words, but something got through to him for slowly his eyes opened. He looked at me, dazed and guileless with sleep, and this time when he put his arms around me I was there. I was with it and he knew it."

(She's mentioned earlier that sometimes when they make love, he seems to "go away" somewhere, leaving her behind.)

There are spots like this throughout the book. Just perfect, dead-on little gems that capture a feeling or a moment so perfectly. Despite occasional references to hippies and Harry Belafonte (and coffee for a dime) the book doesn't feel dated at all to me. Well, to qualify that, it doesn't if you imagine that lots more pregnant teens today would choose marriage over other options.

Hey, all, "my" magazine came out today! And my article is in the same magazine with a Barbara Ehrenreich article. This makes me really chuffed.

Which one, erika? MouthMag?