Also, my doctor encouraged me to not carry the whole kitchen sink in my purse, so I tend to shy away from physical copies. In today’s want-it-gotta-have-it-now society, I didn’t want to wait for shipping (no, even my 2-day Amazon Prime shipping doesn’t scratch that itch as immediately as I’d like), nor did I want to put off getting lost in this book. While I love the smell and feel of a book IRL, I have developed quite the affinity for my kindle app and ebooks in general. It had been banned from Amazon’s ebook selection but not in paperback form. I finally found it with the help of an internet-savvy coworker. Images of books in flames danced like sugarplums in my head. I was interested in a book that pushed buttons, approached taboo topics, explored real life scenarios without any regard for the reader’s emotional state, and hell, it was BANNED. I wasn’t seeking out the book because my author dubbed it child pornography. I searched high and low for this book, all the while becoming more intrigued and dying to find it. She simply wanted it to be known that she did not approve of such a topic. Because of this, she discretionally deleted every comment that mentioned the author or the title. My author’s post had not mentioned the book title or the author because she didn’t want anyone to personally attack a fellow author. Just as the phrase “don’t look down” encourages you do just that, banning books sparks an interest and curiosity that does not quiet until satiated. She said that a line had to be drawn, and while she’s absolutely in support of fellow writers who choose taboo topics, this one was too far. In it, she referenced a book that had been banned from Amazon due to the fact that it broke Amazon’s TOS regarding child pornography. Yesterday, while browsing my Facebook newsfeed like any other day, I stumbled upon a post from my favorite author. Hell, apparently I don’t normally use my WordPress to post blogs.

The wild by k webster