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Adult Lessons of YA Fiction

“One of the great values of literature is its ability to convey experiences different from our own, to let us see inside the heads of characters from different time periods, different countries, different races, classes, and, yes, ages. Every time a grownup reads a YA book, they widen their perspective in important ways.” 

Amid recent articles dismissing recent works of young adult fiction as unimportant, embarrassing and works of “juvenilia”, comes Julie Beck’s piece in today’s TheAtlantic.com.  The Adult Lessons of YA Fiction discusses the importance of revisiting the “elemental truths” found in the YA fiction that we once loved as kids and how they can be every bit as meaningful to us as adults. 

We couldn’t agree more. 

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Book Collecting 101

Book Collecting 101

A wonderful article from Publisher’s Weekly written by Richard Davies from AbeBooks.com. We are happy that republishing Stephen Meader’s books means that they are no longer out of print; however, we remember all too well the joy of the hunt and finding (and scoring) those beloved first editions.

I especially love this: “book collecting is alive and well, and co-existing happily alongside digital media.” Hooray!

 

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Your Favorite Childhood Books

What were your favorite books as a child?

For me, nothing could compare to magic that existed in the story of The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams. The philosophical idea within the story that “love makes something real” must have captivated me because I have vivid memories of believing all my deeply-loved, inanimate friends of the stuffed variety had feelings. I especially had a soft spot for stuffed, plush bunnies as a child. My very first lovey was bestowed the name “Ba-doo”, the best I could do with the word “bunny” at the age of two. She never left my side and was my own personal security blanket.

That’s her picture in this post. I still have her. I believe that she’s weathered the years beautifully. Her face is gone, her ears are worn and her color has faded but when I look at her I see my sweet little friend. I know that she was  deeply loved by a little girl who truly believed that she was real.

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