Welcome back, book lovers!
I hope you all had a lovely holiday. I know I did. Much as I enjoy writing like a mad woman, working on two different, rather massive projects and running this blog and others, it was nice to take a few weeks off and clear my brain out a bit. Everyone needs time off occasionally, right?
Anyway, that’s what I kept telling myself whenever I felt guilty about sitting on my butt all day, reading Agatha Christie novels and watching multiple episodes of my favorite shows. Not the most productive way to spend my time, but I did enjoy myself, and my brain is working better now.
Anyway. The holidays are over and my time off has come to an end. I’m back at work this week, this blog and the rest of my writing projects are going again, and my head is one straight again.
Something that I have come to notice in the last few years is that the books I read as a young teen—whether or not I actively read them now—are the books that I will instinctively reach for in any used bookstore or library. I might not have the tolerance or the time to read them any longer, but I remember them. I remember searching them out in the library, waiting weeks for the bookmobile to bring just one of them by, and devouring the entire book in six-hour reading sessions. If I tried to read a whole book in six hours now, I might go crazy.
And possibly lose my job. Because, you know, my boss really likes it when I actually show up for work.
One book that I went back to again and again when I was a young teen was Artemis Fowl. I don’t quite remember where I picked this one up, something about the friend of a friend of my brother or something confusing like that, but the moment I read the first chapter, I was hooked. And, all these years later, I’m still hooked.
Artemis Fowl is the story of an Irish prodigy, a twelve-year-old boy with an intellect unlike anything the world has ever seen before. He is brilliant, ruthless—and a criminal.
But not just an ordinary criminal. He is heir to the Fowl estate, an empire built on crime, the son of a dead crime lord. At twelve years old, he is intelligent enough to befuddle the psychiatrists and doctors who have attempted to get inside his head, and to keep the life his father left behind from slowly crumbling, holding together a dwindling fortune, a mother who has lost her mind in grief, and a household that looks to him for guidance. And yet, for all his premature responsibility and intelligence, he is still child enough to believe in fairies. And criminal enough to want to exploit them.
His ambitions eventually cause him to cross paths with Captain Holly Short, a fairy and a member of the LEP, or Lower Elements Police. In fact, he kidnaps her. What follows is a battle between an advanced species that is not supposed to exist and the intellect of a twelve-year-old prodigy. Neither side comes out unscathed.
Artemis Fowl is the first book in a fantasy series that became one of the most loved books in my young teen years. I never miss a chance to recommend it to teens or young adults alike, no matter what their reading level. If you should happen to pick it up anytime soon or enjoyed it once yourself, let me know! I’d love to hear about it.
“Fly, little fairy,” said the voice. “And tell your friends Artemis Fowl the Second says hello.”