New Column up at Kill Your Darlings -
Because I was shocked when I heard that one of my favourite books to come out of 2012 met with some gatekeeping ridiculousness.
Normally the plea from readers of YA fiction is for their favourite books to be adapted to film. And lately, there have been some really great books-to-movie adaptations. The Spectacular Now and Hunger Games spring to mind, and as the filming edges ever closer I’m increasingly excited for ‘On the Jellicoe Road’.
But I’m going to look at this from the other direction. Movies that I absolutely love, and after watching I scurried onto IMDB.com with crossed-fingers to see if maybe, hopefully the film was based on a book and I could continue my obsession. Sadly, none of these films sprung from YA fiction – but, dammit, I wish they did!
“I can get others to do what you do. They won’t be as good, but . . . okay. It could work. But it doesn’t matter because no matter how good they are, they can’t replace you. They can’t because I don’t need you only for what you can do. I need you . . . for you.”
Indeed, as much as Penelope searches this new, hard face, she could not seem to find the boy she’d once known. If not for the eyes, she would not have believed it was him at all.
“How sad,” she whispered to herself.
He heard it. “What?”
She shook her head, meeting his gaze, the only thing familiar about him. “He’s gone.”
“Who?”
“My friend.”
I pick up the owl. Some of the patches are worn so thin you can almost see through them to the stuffing inside.
“You used to carry him everywhere,” he says. “You called him– ”
“Toot.” It’s just a tiny flash of a memory, but I remember making sure he was with me every night before I went to sleep. “I thought that’s what owls said.”
I can see the bitter blurred in the sweet of Greg’s smile. All these years I've had very few memories, while he– he’s had nothing but.
‘Am I hard work?’ she asks quietly.
‘Yes.’
Silence for a moment.
‘You could have hesitated in answering that.’
‘Why? I've never lied to you before,’ he says. ‘You do that all the time, you know. You ask me questions when you know the answer will piss you off. Ask me a question where the answer could be yes? Ask me if you’re worth the hard work? Ask me if in the last seven years of my life I've woken up in a cold sweat knowing I lost the most important person in my life apart from this kid I’m holding? Ask me if getting you pregnant has felt like the best thing that’s happened to me since my son was born?’