If you hadn’t gathered by the name of the blog, my name, or the little cartoon, I’m a girl.
And I read constantly.
I’ve been asked on numerous occasions, “Gee, Beth, you like to read. What would you suggest that I/my daughter read?” by girls, usually a couple of years younger than I (or geared for girls younger than I).
“Well,” I ask, “what do[es] you/she like to read?”
Inevitably the answer is “Nothing” or “Twilight/Gossip Girl.”
“Urm,” says I, “I liked to read Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey/Maturin Series when I was a freshman in high school. Y’know, Napoleonic war stuff.”
“What else did you like?” they ask, hoping for something that does not feature small print, and a ship of the line on the cover.
“Ray Bradbury. Um, historical mysteries. Not really much girly stuff. I did read Meg Cabot in middle school, though. Maybe that?”