I mentioned before that I attend the MWG 2010 conference and it was great. This is another keen story of what went down that weekend. I was able to meet some GREAT Missouri writers and marvel at their poise and prose. I know I sound like a nerd, but I am, so there.
I met Jennifer Brown while at the conference. She is the author of HATE LIST, an edgy young adult novel. I am reading it now and it’s great. I am so impressed with the way she intertwines the past and the present. I can’t write like that. My writing is so immature compared to hers. I have a lot of work a head of me to be able to write anything as lovely.

Not only is Jennifer a super writer, but an ultra cool girl. Jane (conference friend) and I were chatting at happy hour. I was sipping my vodka and diet while we complained that the Durry Inn wouldn’t sell drinks. Seriously, they don’t sell drinks. You get a drink voucher for three drinks per night you stay and that is all. It’s totally insane, but totally not the point of this story. We were standing there talking and there was a woman standing alone near us. She was propped up against a pillar, looking content and sipping her drink. Being the super social that I am, I called over, “Jennifer, you can come talk with us.” I waved her over with a big smile. Little did I know she was a real author, not just a wanna be like me.
We all talked and laughed and had a great time. It’s funny how the whole thing happened because she writes young adult and I was feeling like a teenager that weekend. Being in a new crowd always makes me feel like I am fourteen standing in the lunchroom without a specific table to run to or a group of friends calling me over. I hated that feeling. It’s still so easy to curl up in a corner or pretend like I’m reading so I don’t seem as desperate as I really was. Isn’t that ridicules! I am a strong, pretty, confident woman and still can be that insecure teenager in a heartbeat. *sigh* Maybe we don’t ever really grow up, just grow older.
The novel HATE LIST is tapping into those buried memories of High School. I know it’s good, when I can actually relive some of it. I wish I would have the book as a teen. Maybe I could have used it, like some kind of book therapy. It dives into the mind of a teenager, which is of course the scariest place to be. The insecurities, envy, hate and utter confusion of being a kid is laid out for the reader. It’s honest and true. Everyone should read it, young and old, because it’s an exceptional account of real feelings and real emotions in an all too real school shooting.
I give HATE LIST 5 out of 5 Bran Stars!













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