"Betrayed by My Memories," Sunday, August 19, 2012
I still keep the books that I once so loved in my childhood, even as their pages hold so little magic for me any more. While their quality is so far below the level of what I myself write, unfortunately, so are "recent" young adult novels.
Unfortunately, this post measures my skill on the wrong scale. I compare myself to books of my own childhood, not of the books of the current generation of childhood, which is treated to a much higher quality and broader spectrum of fiction than I was.
It's no cakewalk to get published, but at least the success of DreamClassier is helping to make up for it.
