Recently I've had several conversations with YA-loving women, both writers and readers, who complain that the men in their lives just don't understand young adult literature. (Several of these men have gone so far as to refuse to read the books that their wives and girlfriends have WRITTEN.) It's true that YA can be a hard sell for the majority of the adult male population. But I'm here to report that the sale can be made.
P.S. A side note to anyone who read last week's entry: story #1 is the lie. That is, in fact, a scene straight out of my never-to-be-published first book. I am sorry to report that story #2 did indeed happen.