idiot box

I was five before anyone noticed that I couldn't see past my own feet. In hindsight, much of my peculiar behavior up to that point could be chalked up to my near-blindness: the way I stared at the ground when I walked and held books inches from my face to read them and how I… Continue reading idiot box

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I’M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS, or why I love YA

Allow me to regress to a younger age for a few minutes.  I have a deep and abiding passion for young adult literature. The vast majority of the crap glutting the shelves in the YA section at Barnes and Noble isn’t worth the paper it’s written on. Nobody needs to read “The In-Crowd” or “Gossipy… Continue reading I’M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS, or why I love YA