Why is it that when we’re complaining about the homogeneity of the YA adventure genre, it’s always framed in terms of stories about A Very Special White Girl And Her Mysterious Brooding Boyfriend? I mean, yeah, that’s a thing, but it’s vastly outnumbered by stories about A Very Special White Boy And His Nonthreateningly Quirky Girlfriend. Like, why are we singling out the girl as emblematic of everything that’s wrong with the genre?
The library is the birthplace of silence?”
“All the words are being used by the books.[…] People were told to be quiet so that all their words didn’t get stolen by the books. I thought books needed words to exist.