“Pick a genre,” they said. “Horror. Fantasy. Science Fiction. Romance. Crime. Thriller. What interests you most?”
I was fifteen, and I could no longer hang out in the children’s section of the bookstore—the price of being tall. This was back in the days before Young Adult fiction became the juggernaut of the publishing industry that it is now, and most of the protagonists in the children’s section were around 12 or 13 years old. It was time to graduate to “Adult” fiction… but I couldn’t choose a genre to explore first. I wanted everything. And I wanted it all in one book.