My Old Boyfriend

When I was in second grade I had a wicked crush on Peter Pan. I don't mean the Mary Martin Peter Pan of the Disney play. I mean the true, blue Peter Pan of the play itself. I recall reading it in a big book at school. Or maybe I read a narrative version that Barrie published a number of years after he wrote the play. Anyway, a girl who lived next door to me would leave me notes claiming they were from Peter and that he lived in the woods behind our house.

Wow, talk about heartbreak when I learned the truth.

All this came to mind because I just read that a hospital charity that holds the copyright to Peter Pan is looking for an author to write a sequel. I'm sure there will be plenty of people who will feel that tampering with a classic is some kind of crime. I, however, definitely look forward to reading more about my old flame.

Now I Get It

Judith Ridge of the Misrule blog wrote to let me know that Eoin Colfer pronounces his first name Owen--which I guess is how all people named Eoin pronounce it. Thank goodness she tipped me off because my guess would have been Ian.

Judith's timing couldn't have been better because I just started reading Colfer's second Artemis Fowl book this evening. I began it a few hours after finishing another book about a brilliant child, Ender's Game.

I'm going to have to pull my thoughts together about old Ender before I tell you anything about that experience.