Yeah it was YA– what do you expect, me to read something legit difficult? Give me a break, my brain is on the Bachelor diet. Anyway, I just finished the Black Witch by Laurie Forest, a moderately creative, reasonably well-written piece of YA that’s basically a cross between Harry Potter, Twilight, and the Shannara Chronicles.
Why, you might ask, would I crack open a book, when there’s so much TV to watch and it requires so little mental effort? The chance to provide y’all with a HAWT TAKE, DUH.
Despite my aversion to click-baity headlines, I read this article about a sh*tstorm of controversy about what turned out to be a pretty uncontroversial book. The main character is raised to be prejudice –> goes into the wider world and learns the danger and wrongness of prejudice –> evolves beyond being prejudiced and takes action to fight injustice. Plus there’s like magic and elves and stuff. But the Twitter mob apparently decided it was the most “dangerous,” “offensive” book ever– without even finishing it? Or in some cases picking it up at all? I’m worried for our future, y’all. If you have the time and patience for a long-but-quick novel, read the Black Witch. At least then you can decide for yourself whether it’s The Most Dangerous Book Ever, or just a mediocre but decent read that would make a fun TV adaptation.
Whew. I feel much better now that this has come back to television. That reading thing was making me a little uncomfortable.