Dear Book Banner,
We’ve met, a few times now. Often enough that I can usually see you coming.
We have history, you and I.
When I was a little, you were the teacher who took LITTLE BLACK SAMBO right out of my hands, never mind what I think of it now.
You were the librarian who saw me return HIROSHIMA NO PIKA and promptly pulled it from the children’s collection.
You were the other librarian who said I was too young to sign out anything by Stephen King or anything else from the adult collection, for that matter.
My mother took care of that. Thanks, Mom.
You were my friend’s mom who wouldn’t let her read DEENIE because of the masturbation scene.
You are the copy editor who I argue with over words like fuck, or cocksucker, or retard, no matter the context.
You are the parents who email me and tell me that my books are filth, yet you never seem to articulate why, other than the simplest of vitriol.~ read more ~