That's right, today I am going to share with you what I think about fanfiction.
I hadn't really read much fanfiction before around 2 months. Frankly, it's not what I typically read but something I just do from time to time. It started with some Divergent fanfiction and I had never imagined there were so many people invested in developing stories for their favourite characters. These stories sometimes feel as if they should have been part of the book. In fact, this is what the point of this genre, if I can call it like that, is.
I get it when people say fanfiction is not real literature because it's someone else's idea. They have a point but are not 100% correct. Yes, ideas might be taken from another place but it is the way the story is developed that matters. As a matter of fact, many fanfictions have surpassed their origin story. And maybe the problem comes from here. Every now and then some aspiring authors actually develop the story in a much better way than the original one. But this act can also hurt the person who wrote the thing first.
This might somewhat hypocritical, but I son't agree fanfiction should be classified as original work. When publishers accept a manuscript like that they should publish it in fanfiction and say what it is based off. The original author needs to have some sort of credit for the story.
In short, I agree fanfiction is literature but has to be what it is - fanfiction. If publishing houses are to publish more and more of those, they need to promote them as ones, not as original stories.
So what do you guys think? Do you agree fanfiction is literature? Make sure to let me know in the comments down below and I look forward to reading your opinions.
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Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Is fanfiction literature? (Discussion)
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Monday, September 22, 2014
TRAILER REVEAL "STAY WITH ME" BY JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT
It is no secret that I am a fan of Jennifer. Her books are usually amazing and hold a very special place in my heart. I am so pleased to bring you the Release Day Launch for Jennifer L. Armentrout's STAY WITH ME! STAY WITH ME is a New Adult contemporary romance being published by Avon (William Morrow), an imprint of HarperCollins, and is a part of Jennifer’s With You Saga!
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STAY WITH ME TRAILER: EXCERPT: As I lay there, trying to swallow a loud, obnoxious yawn, I remembered something he’d said when we first met, about life being too short. I imagined he had firsthand experience with shortened lives while he was serving. That mentality came from experience. I got that now. Could even understand it, but there was something I didn’t understand. “Why?” I asked. There was a beat. “Why what?” Jax sounded tired, and I should shut up or point out that I was now tired and could sleep, so he could leave. But I didn’t. “Why are you here? You don’t know me and . . .” I trailed off, because there really wasn’t anything left to say. A minute went by, and he hadn’t answered my question, and then I think another minute ticked on, and I was okay with him not answering because maybe he didn’t even know. Or maybe he was just bored and that was why he was here. But then he moved. Jax pressed against my back, and the next breath I took got stuck in my throat. My eyes shot open. The sheet and blanket were between us, but they felt like nothing. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Getting comfortable.” He dropped an arm over my waist, and my entire body jerked against his. “It’s time to sleep I think.” “But—” “You can’t sleep when you talk,” he remarked. “You don’t need to be all up on me,” I pointed out. His answering chuckle stirred the hair along the back of my neck. “Honey, I’m not all up on you.” I freaking begged to differ on that point. I started to wiggle away, but the arm around my waist tightened, holding me in place. “You’re not going anywhere,” he announced casually, as if he wasn’t holding me prisoner in the bed. Okay. The whole prisoner thing might be melodramatic, but he wasn’t letting me up. Not when he was getting all kinds of comfy behind me. Oh my God, this was spooning. Total spooning. I was spooning with an honorary member of the Hot Guy Brigade. Did I wake up in a parallel universe? “Sleep,” he demanded, as if the one word carried that much power. “Go to sleep, Calla.” This time his voice was softer, quieter. “Yeah, it doesn’t work that way, Jax. You have a nice voice, but it doesn’t hold the power to make me sleep on your command.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, but the most ridiculous thing ever was the fact that after a couple of minutes, my eyes stayed shut. I . . . I actually settled in against him. With his front pressed to my back, his long legs cradling mine, and his arm snug around my waist, I actually did feel safe. More than that, I felt something else—something I hadn’t felt in years. I felt cared for . . . cherished. Which was the epitome of dumb, because I barely knew him, but feeling that, recognizing what the warm, buzzing feeling was, I fell right asleep.Website ** Facebook ** Twitter ** J. Lynn Goodreads ** Jennifer L. ArmentroutGoodreads
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