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Things will continue to be pretty quiet here for the next while. I'm working hard on a new book and juggling all the other things, as usual, and not feeling particularly guilty about a posting hiatus because I'm getting so much done.

That said, I've actually been posting quite a bit over at the tumblr. Mostly random circus and old Hollywood photos, but some short bites that typically would get rounded up in hangovers here. (I want to overhaul this site at some point, but no time or means at the moment, and tumblr is so easy.) There may be occasional invasions of actual content over there, too.

And, at some point, I'm sure there will be a return to more regular blogging here. Just not sure exactly when.

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Excuses, Excuses

(I bet that's one of my most frequently-used post titles. Sorry!)

Been busy, of course, but also taking some space to let the new novel begin to breathe and come to life (which I think it is, although I'm still terrified of it). And I know enough to grab breathers between deadlines when I can and clear some mental space. As a result, I haven't had the extrananeous chatter brewing that leads me to post lots. But I'll be back soon with some hangovers and things.

In the meantime, I read two books I absolutely loved (well, and probably more since I have been indulging in a major post-draft book snarfing spell, before story-making mode kicked back in):

I finally managed to read Sarah Rees Brennan's The Demon's Surrender, the last in the trilogy, and it might possibly be my favorite, which is saying something. You should read all three books immediately if you haven't yet done so (and, hey, I've been recommending them for ages, so get on it). This is simply the best kind of urban fantasy; whip-smart, emotional, funny, and powerful. And what Sarah manages with point of view over the course of the series: Whoa. Reader, I swoon.

I also loved Michelle Hodkin's The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer, which I read in a kind of fugue state last week, unable to put it down. (Inconvenient!) One of my favorite debuts of the year, undoubtedly, and a book that I hope will find eager readers who love mystery and/or romance and/or horror and/or fantasy and/or contemporary or–best of all–all of those things.  I'll say no more here for now, because I also reviewed it for Locus, but: You want this one.

Feel free to drop your own recent reading recs in the comments. There is always a need for MOAR book love.

Back soon.

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Teensy Post (Or, Er, A More Than Teensy Post About Gender and Reading)

To say that I'll post a real one tomorrow, as I'm now caught up enough. Though still a bit scattered and novel-headed. Any requests or suggestions? Because otherwise I'll just do a recent reading capsule review thingie…

The apocalpyseWorld Equestrian Games are finally upon us, which should make for some amusing posts and pics. And some exciting dog walks, during which wealthy Europeans feel threatened by Mighty Puck and Trundly Emma. (I'm pretty sure Acousticats is something they've doggie had nightmares about.)

Now I shall watch the ANTM makeover show. This is the Elevated Season, you know. This time, ANTM is going to be a Real Girl… One of the best fantasytrashy shows on TV.

ETA:

SERIOUSLY, give me a topic(s). I am bereft.

Or you could just go read Maureen Johnson being superbrilliant about how complicated declaring a "boy book crisis" really is and bringing a little bit of perspective to the topic. A snippet:

I’m not saying that we shouldn’t be working harder to improve boys’ literacy. Quite the opposite. I’m suggesting is that in doing so, consider the many female authors and readers of today, and think about how we grew up—and frankly, how female readers are still growing up. You can’t turn a blind eye to the basic reality that 50% (or more) of the school population is still getting a steady diet of male authors, even though an astounding variety of women are writing books of extraordinary quality. And it is certainly not the case that we are running out of male authors. That concept is demeaning to everyone.

I have this sense occasionally that there's a whole school of thought out there that We Must Coddle To Boys. We must give them Exactly What They Like And Only That. And it's coming from a very, very specific gender perception of what being a "boy" is. As if being a boy is any less diverse an experience than being a girl. The perception–as Maureen says–that teen boys (and let's face it–boys, generally speaking, when they grow up to be men) won't ever be as adventurous as readers as women. Meaning at least in part that they won't ever read books that could fall under the created heading of girl's or women's fiction by choice. (Let's not forget that women buy most fiction, period.) And if we need any proof that women's opinions and fictional tastes are frequently devalued, we have plenty of recent examples.

Lots of books by women and/or read by girls isn't part of the "crisis in boy literacy," and that won't be solved by pandering. I don't see anyone arguing that getting more boys reading isn't important, but it's just as important to try and expand the notion of what boys should read. Instead, what if the world stopped treating most fiction by women–especially if it has GASP romance in it–as fluff, as something only worth being read by women or girls. You know what? Again, that's *most* fiction readers. We should all be so lucky. Fun is not a bad word, not when the work in question is also whipsmart and brilliantly executed.

The whole idea of "girl books" and "boy books" is as reductive and culturally created as the idea of "boy colors" and "girl colors." It's as dangerous as the idea that those little genre books can never be Literature with the capital L. (Or as Jennifer Crusie recently put it: "literary fiction is just another genre, not God’s Library.")

Anyway, I don't want to support that structure. I want life to be more interesting than that.

How about we just start valuing readers more? No matter who they are and what they read (unless it's, y'know, all celebrity memoirs and crazy polemics).

AND I didn't mean to start posting about this, and there is a lot more to be said, so I will stop… NOW. As my brain is tired, and I have no idea how much sense I'm making. There's an important lesson to be learned here and it is:

Do not take sudafed after 5 p.m. This is as important as not getting the mogwai wet or feeding it after midnight.

p.s. The Hunger Games features a girl protag, a love triangle (which gets some serious page time) and a PLETHORA of makeover scenes, along with rip-roaring pacing and elaborate world-building and plenty of serious issues. Yet it's not much of a mystery that it appeals to both girls and boys; the packaging tells you it appeals to both. That more boys don't feel they can pick up, say, Ally Carter's Heist Society, which I bet lots of Hunger Games fans would love, is just disappointing. There's no reason it couldn't be packaged in a way to make that more likely.

ETA again: Check out the comments. And one little point from a comment of mine that I feel I should have made in this incredibly unfocused post:

Why women read so much more fiction than men is an intriguing question and I'd love to have more data about the reasons why that might be. Basically, I see a lot of people talking about the boys' reading crisis as if publishing is creating it and publishing can fix it and I think that's wrong. The problem is a cultural and educational system one, imo. A couple of interesting links to that point: http://www.hepg.org/hel/article/473 and http://www.hepg.org/blog/38. Because reading is only one part of the picture–the root problem is boys not doing as well academically pretty much across the board. And there are plenty of girls not being served well by the system either.

Part of what makes this such a complicated thing to discuss is that it's not one thing. We're talking about a whole bunch of different issues around gender and reading, perception vs. reality, etcetera, etcetera. The boy crisis is one thing, how certain kinds of books get marginalized by dint of being–either in reality or in perception–for girls and women is another, and how packaging can influence who reads a book yet another. And there's plenty more where those came from.

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Crunch Time

I have learned enough to know that when the light switch flips back on, you have to keep going until the bulb burns out. Back with real posts soon? (May be slow on emails for a week or two. Stop laughing.)

(Although, I may drop in with more cat pictures and short stuff in the meantime. Also, have you read Cassie Clare's Clockwork Angel and Jennifer Crusie's Maybe This Time yet? I recommend them as an excellent way to spend a long weekend. And add in a side of season one Vampire Diaries (aka Dawson's Teeth).)

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All Apologies

Have been slammed/crazed/etcetera, even more so than usual lately, but the horizon approacheth. I wanted to put up a quick note to let you know that I'll be hosting the one and only Varian Johnson on his blog tour this Wednesday, where you can get that write porn we all love so much on the process behind his marvelous new novel Saving Maddie. And you will even be able to win ARCs of it!

(Also, there will be a massive, tab-clearing hangovers post tomorrow.)

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Coming, Dears

Seriously, there will be a big book post with a bunch of great recommendations . . . maybe in the next week? I am making a last big revision push and so am ignoring the world. Everything except breaks in Fallen London and the necessary work and things that keep life working.

So, emails? Soon. Book post? SOON.

I will blog more this year. I will!

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