snark attack.

TRUMP: I have the best temperament. Obviously.   CLINTON: Obviously. Yes. Obviously. You have interrupted me 70 times to say nonsense remarks that indicate you have not the faintest idea what you are talking about. Seventy times. I have spent my life doing this. You decided, like, last year that you were mildly interested in it and that you would probably be great at it. I wish I had that confidence. I wish any little girl did.   If I had coughed even once on this stage, I would have lost this debate instantly. And so you know what? I did not cough. Not even once. You sniffed and you lectured and you made faces and you sighed. And I stood there. Impassive. Like a screensaver. I focus-grouped my number of blinks.   But maybe it worked. Maybe, just this once, America saw a man yammer on for an hour and a half about a subject he knew nothing about to a woman who had spent her lifetime in that field, and America said, “Oh,” quietly, to itself. Maybe. But knowing America, maybe also not.

I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.

I think that sometimes adult readers feel a little embarrassed about reading a YA novel because they think that YA novels are, you know, less complicated than adult ones. So, if someone catches you reading a YA novel, they might think you’re a bit immature and can’t grasp the complexities of adulthood. You know how we all tend to judge people based on what they’re reading. If you’re trying to look impressive to your date, you’d probably bring War and Peace or some super highfalutin literary novel, not Teen Witch 3: Revenge of the Goth Girls. (I made that title up, although now I kinda want to read it!) But you know what? The idea that YA is somehow dumbed down literature is a big fat lie. Children’s and YA books can be every bit as sophisticated and beautifully written and engaging and complex as adult novels.