TITLE: DREAMWALKER: ISLE OF GLASS
GENRE: MG Fantasy
“Leah looked behind herself --horrified! There were wings sprouting from her back.”
Gia Harding slammed shut the book she was reading.
“Horrified!” She thought. Seriously? Why were crazy book characters always freaking out because they got to do something fabulous-- like sprout wings, or find out they were half-fairy, or discover they were the key to an important plot to save the world from total destruction? Gia wouldn’t be horrified. She would gladly rise to the occasion and save the world with grace and style. But she could only read about such things.
She tossed the book onto the seat and caught her mother’s eyes watching her from the rear-view mirror.
“No,” said Gia. “I just don’t feel like reading is all.”
Gia’s mother Fran was a writer—an author actually, of fantasy books for teens, and Gia did not feel like getting embroiled in a conversation about story arcs or literary devices or anything else at the moment. Fran said Gia was the best book critic she knew, since Gia was the “target market” age of twelve for Middle Grade or “M.G.” fiction as it was called. But to Gia, this was less of a compliment and more of a burden. Her mother was always grilling her about books but sometimes Gia just wanted to read without thinking about red herrings, or double entendres, or any of the other techno-weanie-gear-head things her mom was always so interested in. Reading should be like breathing. You shouldn’t have to think about it so much.