Through no recent effort of my own, I have managed to sell another copy of Like Two Opposite Things this week and while I genuinely appreciate every single sale, I have to admit that the royalties are nothing to the comment I received from a friend recently.
She said she reread the book as a stress-reliever. She wanted to escape to a simpler world where the conflicts were less intense and the ending was realistically happy.
Truth: that’s exactly why I WROTE the book. Because *I* wanted to escape to a simpler world and a happier ending.
One of the reviews I received said that nothing much happened at the beginning of the story. And maybe I spent a little too much time world-building and expositionizing and whatnot (although I disagree) but for better or worse, it really was done on purpose.
The best part of reading stories like Harry Potter–FOR ME–is escaping into a fantasy world. But I don’t want to battle demons and save my friends so much as I want to live in a castle and go to Charms class. Maybe it doesn’t make for quite as exciting a story but I would gladly read 20 or 30 or 40 thousand pages of just daily life in the castle and student gossip and complaining about Muggle Studies homework.
My life is exciting and stressful enough most of the time. I just want to be somewhere woodsy with my best friend fretting about boys (and/or girls) while we canoe away the morning with nothing pressing to distract us from the business of a blissful boring life.
And, I mean… if you feel the same, feel free to buy my book:
Spend a couple of weekends with a bunch of 15-year-olds in a campground in the 90s whose biggest concerns are love and sex and relationships.