I was having a conversation with Meg and Christina about a certain book that contains a certain ship. Meg and I love this book and ship this ship unabashedly, totally, crazily; Christina nearly did, but she pointed out a lot of flaws in the bookish relationship. And the crazy thing is that normally, those issues would bother both Meg and me. Things like infidelity, lying, general shipping idiocy, lack of communication, etc. These are things I'd complained about in many a review before, flinging all kinds of reactions gifs at the internet to illustrate how DONE I was with that ship and their unshippability. But this book? This book, I shipped it like fire.
Why? Because that author is a wizard.
It's true. It's the only explanation. There are certain authors blessed with a certain
|Evil author wizards NEVER give back your heart.|
Then there are author wizards who get me to love genres I don't normally love, like Katie McGarry, who, bookish gods help me ,gets me to fangirl over soap opera romantic contemporaries! That is not my thing, but there's magic in them thar pages. Dare You To made me full-on squeal. Then there's Tahereh Mafi, who wizarded me with her Warner and her Kenji and made me forget about my skepticism of some love triangles, who bewitched me so I wouldn't ask tough worldbuilding questions, who enchanted me with the power of her Chapter Sixty-Twos and Fifty-Fives and Fifty-Eights aaaaaaaaand what were we talking about, exactly?
And then there are those shipping wizards who get me to ship things that in real life would have me calling the cops. Tamora Pierce, who I someday may actually form a cult around, created one of my all time OTPs, Daine and Numair from The Immortals series... aka a sixteen-year-old girl and her thirty-one-year-old sort-of-teacher. Oops? WHATEVER I SHIP IT DON'T JUDGE ME. And Elizabeth May, author of The Falconer, who by the power vested in Kiaran now pronounced me a girl who once again ships teenage girls with ageless immortal beings. And I thought I was past that point in my life.
|KIARAAAAA--No. NO. NOT Kiaran. SORRY.|
Then there's Andrew Smith, author of Grasshopper Jungle. Fun Gillian fact: I DESPISE INSECTS. My dog unearthed a gigantic dead beast in my home the other day and I screamed and cried so much that she hid under the table and I flung a towel on top of the hideous hell demon and left it there until my father could come dispose of it. #adult But somehow he got me to enjoy the hell out of a poisonous green book all about humongous insects from my nightmares. April Genevieve Tucholke, author of Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea and Between the Spark and the Burn got me to love horror, a genre I usually hide from because I am a marshmallow (see: my reaction to the bug) through the power of her pretty, pretty writing, the same pretty, pretty writing that hypnotized me into kinda going along with all the things that sketchy River West was getting up to. I GOT ALL GLOWED UP.
It's official. Authors are wizards. There's no other explanation. You've been warned. DON'T LOOK THEM IN THE EYE.
What are the books that you normally wouldn't love but, due to mystical, magical authorial powers, you somehow very much do?