"The whole event made me remember the squirming, secretive feeling of reading as a kid, the way the world of the book continued far out of the bounds of the book itself– I would be writing in the before and after and in-between scenes in my head while I was brushing my teeth in the morning and sitting bored and confused in math class. I would read while walking from my room to the dinner table and while climbing the stairs up to bed. And for some reason it seemed like this book-grip was the usual experience of reading for me, as opposed to now when it’s a rare and beautiful exception.
I’m sure I am not original in what I described above. But I do think in recent years I forgot the specific incomparability of what it felt like to read as a kid. And how much all that early absorption of alternate universes made me want to write. In some ways, I think good Young Adult writers are the most influential artists in our culture."
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