Dear Stephenie Meyer

Please find an editor who cares for you.

No, I've not taken to reading Twilight, though if my H/D flist doesn't stop its dramas, then I will, and I will devote myself to Mary Sue het fic until people either cheer up or defriend me.

But to those dear friends who have been sending me messages of horror from the BD trenches, I feel your pain.

ETA: Thanks to trubbleclef's kind alerting, you can save yourself the actual horror by reading cleolinda's genius potted version here.

In happier YA fiction news, Martin Millar has a new book out called Lonely Werewolf Girl. I am only 1/5 of the way through its 500+ pages, but am loving it. He has an idiosyncratic style, but it is so much realer and so much more a part of the modern world than Myer could ever hope for. Hunt it down, and ignore the fact that his publishers have mediocre typeset designers on staff.

So far there is a werewolf battle that spans the Highlands of Scotland and the subcultures of London, a laudanum-addicted heroine who is being hunted by at least four sets of enemies, her fashion deisgner/sorceress/werewolf sister who is struggling to complete her next collection, two naive humans who were just hoping for an easy move and regular supply of takeaway pizza, and a transvestite would-be Thane of the werewolves who happens to be the older brother of the aforementioned two undead.

It's delicious.

ETA: I HAVE to get to Wellington. These shoes in apple green are calling to me!

Dear Stephenie Meyer

Please find an editor who cares for you.

No, I've not taken to reading Twilight, though if my H/D flist doesn't stop its dramas, then I will, and I will devote myself to Mary Sue het fic until people either cheer up or defriend me.

But to those dear friends who have been sending me messages of horror from the BD trenches, I feel your pain.

ETA: Thanks to trubbleclef's kind alerting, you can save yourself the actual horror by reading cleolinda's genius potted version here.

In happier YA fiction news, Martin Millar has a new book out called Lonely Werewolf Girl. I am only 1/5 of the way through its 500+ pages, but am loving it. He has an idiosyncratic style, but it is so much realer and so much more a part of the modern world than Myer could ever hope for. Hunt it down, and ignore the fact that his publishers have mediocre typeset designers on staff.

So far there is a werewolf battle that spans the Highlands of Scotland and the subcultures of London, a laudanum-addicted heroine who is being hunted by at least four sets of enemies, her fashion deisgner/sorceress/werewolf sister who is struggling to complete her next collection, two naive humans who were just hoping for an easy move and regular supply of takeaway pizza, and a transvestite would-be Thane of the werewolves who happens to be the older brother of the aforementioned two undead.

It's delicious.

ETA: I HAVE to get to Wellington. These shoes in apple green are calling to me!