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I spent the last month frantically proofreading Traitor, the final book of the Change series, which is coming out October 14.
That plus a delightful recent Zoe Chant book by an Australian Zoe which involved a certain adorable Australian creature, combined in my mind last night. I dreamed that Sherwood had returned Traitor to me after the proofread, explaining that she'd made a few minor changes. I was dismayed to find that she'd added a whole lot of very obscure vocabulary, plus some strange worldbuilding choices.
"But Sherwood," I protested, "Teenagers read these books! They won't know these words. And also, the animals are supposed to be ones you'd find in California!"
Here is the only passage I remembered when I woke up:
He walked out into the hot summer sunshine. A quokka dreeds its weird.
That plus a delightful recent Zoe Chant book by an Australian Zoe which involved a certain adorable Australian creature, combined in my mind last night. I dreamed that Sherwood had returned Traitor to me after the proofread, explaining that she'd made a few minor changes. I was dismayed to find that she'd added a whole lot of very obscure vocabulary, plus some strange worldbuilding choices.
"But Sherwood," I protested, "Teenagers read these books! They won't know these words. And also, the animals are supposed to be ones you'd find in California!"
Here is the only passage I remembered when I woke up:
He walked out into the hot summer sunshine. A quokka dreeds its weird.
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