So, I’ve said it before during the last week, and I’ll say it again:
What took me so long to pick up Percy Jackson??
Rick Riordan is one of my new favorite authors. Usually for me, having a favorite author means that person has, in one way or another, inspired me to write. That person has used their talent and it has moved me, and it totally motivates me to do the same for other people. My favorite authors make me excited to get back to my writing.
Neil Gaiman’s dark, bizarre, impossible-yet-realistic tales; Sally Gardner’s backstory and ability to completely sweep me into her worlds; Markus Zusak’s Death narrator’s grip on my heart and mind; Lawrence Hill’s ability to make me angry, sad, and hopeful at the same time; Dr. Seuss’s (yes, Dr. Seuss!) breaking of all possible rules, and now Rick Riordan’s brilliant blend of intensity and humor have all inspired and challenged me.
I’m not worthy… *bow* *bow* *bow* …to be counted among your numbers.
But I’m privileged enough to be.
I hope you all have the experience of reading books that move you, speak to you, and inspire you.