Evil Love

When I was twelve years old, my favourite books were the Artemis Fowl series by Eoin Colfer. It was one of those rare moments when I had chosen as a favourite book a series that was aimed at my age group. I’ve been re-reading the series as the final book came out last week, going through one a day at the moment, at the time of me writing this post I’m on Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox, which is, admittedly, not nearly as good as the earlier ones. My favourites are books 1-4 but I do enjoy the rest.

There’s a reason for this post. Okay… that’s a lie. There is never a reason for my posts. But there is a reason for my love of the Artemis Fowl series, even though I’m nearing twenty years old (and it’s not entirely that there is still great appeal in middle grade-teenage novels, Skulduggery Pleasant anyone?), and that reason is this;

The teenage criminal genius is possibly my favourite Archetype, in many forms. I particularly love the idea of the villain of the story as the main character.

And there’s that whole blend in the books of science-fiction and magic and wit and it just makes me happy.

*happy flailing/feels/indescribable writer joys*

It’s a theme in my current WIP, or at least the concept of the protagonist having villainous qualities. It’s a BIG SECRET and everything, but the protagonist, who we shall code-name Bill, has a role that is marketed as heroic but makes Bill more of a villain than a hero. I can’t say anything else because I’ve only just started writing it and urgh.

It’s late. I have work in eight hours.

I know, I know. Most disappointing blog post ever. I’m just really bad at this.

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