Friendship is the best medicine a poor college student can afford, and at Lawrence, friends often come bundled together as a clique. A few weeks ago, I managed to sprain my ankle in a stunningly pathetic show of how not to use a sidewalk. For the next week, my sleep-deprived roommate woke up early to…
On criticism and YA fiction
You know you’ve gone somewhere with your life when one of your idols criticizes you. You may not like the place where you’ve gone, but at least you’re no longer at the beginning. When several published authors, including Tamora Pierce, posted negative comments on my article about Young Adult fiction, it stung. As an aspiring…
Young adult fiction needs a new formula
Judging a book by its cover seems to be the only way publishers know how to market Young Adult fiction. Many recent entries in the YA genre have been obvious imitations of “The Hunger Games“ or “Twilight.” Because those two series have very distinctive covers, every publisher announces the next band wagoner with extravagant cover…
The bunny jumped the gun
There was a dead rabbit on the quad the other day with no visible wounds, and the thought of what someone may have done to it bothered me immensely. What bothered me more, however, was that I found the death of one of the most abundant creatures on campus more distressing than either the recent…
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