I’ve been dreading coming to day 24 throughout the WHOLE CHALLENGE. I had NO IDEA what I was going to write about because I thought this category was stupid, and isn’t all fiction just lying really well? Well, good fiction, anyway.
A Book I Later Found Out The Author Lied About
Yes, I know this isn’t the first book, but this was the one I read the most.
Listen. I LOVED Nancy Drew. Like, way loved. I had eleventy billion of these damn books (all of them were in my grandmother’s house, they might have been hers for all I know) and I read them over and over and over again. I wanted to play golf and drive a roadster and have a blonde bob that was just so.
So I felt like I was the last person in the entire world to learn…THAT THERE WAS NEVER A CAROLYN KEENE.
No, seriously. I really had no idea, and when I found out I tweeted that I felt like my entire childhood was a lie.
This was worse than Lucas making Greedo shoot
first at all. This was worse than learning that Aslan was Jesus (shut up, I read them when I was 7 and then not again until I was much older). This was worse than…I don’t know, some other thing from my childhood being ruined as an adult.
I’m clearly too upset to even think about it right now.
So, yeah. There was no Carolyn Keene, it was just a bunch of different ghostwriters, trying to capitalize on a Hardy Boys for girls idea.
And it still makes me sad.
A little angry, too – but mostly sad.
You know what part of my childhood was revived lately, though, that makes me happy?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go watch this video 20 more times and pretend that everything is right with the world.