rereading fever

[coraa]

So it's (almost) December, which means there's more than usual stress, which, for me, means rereads. Last December it was a complete Discworld rereaed.

This December, apparently it's middle-grade books from my childhood. Who knew?

It started with Harriet the Spy and The Long Secret. (Harriet is more famous but actually, upon a reread, I think The Long Secret is the better book.) Then I bought all the Anastasia Krupnik books that were available on the Kindle, and chafed that that's less than half. (I may break down and buy physical copies.)

Now it's the discovery that the Ramona books are available on the Kindle. I'm also thinking of rustling up my extremely battered copies of Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher and The Farthest-Away Mountain.

I'm a little embarrassed by this but, to be honest, not much. I think I have become, blissfully, old enough to do kid stuff.

(Someone is going to read this, scratch their head, and ask, "But don't you review YA fantasy all the time?" And oh, yes, I do; most of my favorite books of the past three years have been YA fantasy. But modern YA fantasy is an utterly different beast than the middle-grade books of my own childhood; it's not the same thing at all.)

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[sithjawa.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Well... some of it is probably explained by being more obviously girly and thus apparently a valid flirting target, but from the women the best explanation I can think of is "I don't confuse them, and people react more positively when they're not confused."

Ah well. I was getting tired of the funny looks.