Today whilst procrastinating, I read this recent review/rant by Righteous Rib the Rejectionist about the current trend in (mosty YA) waify, weeny heroines whose very existence depends upon the “love” of a hunky vamp/were/whatever that is stalking them:
So all we can say is: KNOCK IT OFF. Knock off buying this shit, and knock off cranking it out. It is tough enough being a lady in this world, Author-friends, without having it hammered into our goddamn heads that we’re STILL supposed to sit tight, shut up, and look pretty. We are NOT HAVING IT. If anybody around here gets to be a werewolf, it’s gonna be US. And we will eat you right up, believe it.
Preach it, sista.
Amen to that! I have a YA book I’m trying to publish. Of course, my character is independent and strong, so it may never see the light of day.
Neither will mine… So we’ll have to self-publish and send each other autographed copies.