Super Crunchy Fun
I write an unholy (some might also say "unhealthy") amount of children's book reviews for Amazon.com for fun. I do not tone these reviews down any or am any nicer on that site than I am here. I am instead rather cruel, vicious, and I write with a great deal of growls and howls. As such, I have always expected great piles of hate e-mails to fill my in-box daily. I mean, I put my info out there. Any nutjob could write me a tearful jolt of loathing for taking to task their beloved Daniel Boone. But the truth of the matter is that I have only ever received two e-mails from upset readers. One was from an author who, for the sake of his good National-Award-winning-self shall remain nameless. He was mad that I didn't like his very poorly written early novel. Fortunately we corresponded in such a charming manner that he sent me an ARC of his newest book as an apology... and it is terrible. That was case #1. Case #2 was more along the lines of what I've expected for years and until recently never received. This woman was driven to great fury that I didn't find her beloved Prayer For a Child to be... oh, how shall I put this ... good. It's not. It's dribble. In her anger she asked me, sarcastically, what I thought I should be reading to children. "Captain Underpants?", she scoffed.
Well, I'm a defender of the Captain. I've always felt he's on my side when it comes to getting reluctant boy readers to pick up a book. But you know who disagrees with me? Michael Chabon of all people. Now this little piece of his came out last year but I'm posting it now because I only just found it. Therefore it is news.