Today’s entry was born from a conversation I had with my writer friend last night. She told me that her family didn’t support her and considered she “sucked” because she still hadn’t landed an agent and secured a deal with a publisher. I was heartbroken and angry for her, hence this blog post.
Too bad if this will seem weird to you, but I have to say it. And since I’m not doing traditional reviews, I’m allowed to be weird, right? Today, we talk a lot about feminism. Honestly, sometimes it feels like even a worse prison than the one imposed upon women by men in earlier centuries.
The ecological message stood out to me from the first pages. Don’t cut down trees or bad things will happen. As a firm lover of nature and everything alive, I applaud. Forest (with an obligatory capital ‘F’) has always been a mystical creature to me. Many writers from literary to science-fiction and horror treated the Forest like the main if not character then at least presence in their stories.
WHY is a question I ask myself a lot in my writer’s life. Why create yet another blog when the web is bursting with those? Why write another novel when bookstores don’t know what to do with the ones they already have (and, hey, people don’t read anymore, right)?