So this video is in letter form because it is written as a response to Andy Robb's love letter to book bloggers which you can read here: http://www.theguardian.com/childrens-books-site/2015/mar/06/uk-ya-book-blogger-awards-andy-robb
If you want to find out more about the UK Young Adult Blogger Awards you can do so here: http://ukyabloggerawards.co.uk/
The winning blogs and bloggers were:
Champion of Content - Serendipity Reviews - http://www.serendipityreviews.co.uk/
Blogger’s Blogger - The Pewter Wolf - http://thepewterwolf.blogspot.co.uk/
Blogger of the Year - WondrousReads - http://www.wondrousreads.com/
Champion Newcomer - TalesofYesterday - http://talesofyesterday.co.uk/
Champion Vlogger - Dark Readers - http://www.dark-readers.com/
Champion of Social Media - Winged Reviews - http://wingedreviews.com/
Champion Teen Blogger - The Mile Long Bookshelf - http://www.themilelongbookshelf.com/
Champion Adult Blogger - Sister Spooky - http://www.sisterspooky.co.uk/
Champion of Diversity - YAYeahYeah - http://www.yayeahyeah.com/
Champion of YA - QueenofContemporary - http://queenofcontemporary.com/
The script for this video is below. This is what I meant to say when I was fluffing all my lines.
Dear Book Writers,
Nobody needed to tell me about you lot.
Let me explain. You have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I was brought up in the conventional over-run, almost-middle-class household, and weaned on words. When I try to scratch up my earliest memories my brow furrows and my mind shrugs, and offers up tales that could possibly have happen to me, or could have been adventures undertaken by the famous five.
So you were always a part of my life, but that part which consisted of copperplate on title page, embossed letter on peeling spine, or, upon occasion, appearing badly-mispelt, in smudgy, cramped handwriting as I painstakingly lettered out the fictional exploits that were ‘wot i did over the summer’.
To me you were nothing less than gods of literature, veritable wizards, whose powers ensnared dragons between endplates, defeated lords both dark and sinister, and even, upon occasion, complexly represented some sort of diversity within your characters.
I definitely didn’t understand what exactly it was you did. I still don’t half the time. I read some of your works and I’m stunned. They make me want to snap all my pencils in two, tape up my laptop (but only metaphorically, I mean, that’s where the tumblr is) generally swear off any attempts at writing myself. Because how could I ever express futility like a crazy US Army Bombardier, how could /I/ explore all those little infinities, and what, I ask you, shape would our world have to be for me to dream up a reaper who, despite being on a disc, on the back of 4 elephants, on one massive turtle, flying through space, who has a soft spot for the more curious of kittens.
As you might, watching this video as you are, just about be aware, the internet is a marvellous thing and Book Writers, through it you’ve surprised me. Through your tweets and vlogs and guest posts, I’ve realised you have limbs and faces beyond the previously-imagined, disembodied, furious-typing fingers. I’ve seen you squish your wit into 140 characters and even post shelfies; sometimes I’d swear you’re almost human.
Here’s what I learned.
Finally and fantastically: Book Writers are nuts. You’ve gifted us with your stories and because we enjoyed them, we felt the want, nay, need, to wax effervescent upon them. You’re praising us and rewarding us and heaping upon us all manner of lofty language - for things we couldn’t help but do and say. The idea that we could some how contain these responses? That we could just sit there calmly while Rue dies? Not squeals when our otp finally get their acts together? Or resist physically abusing books when they even think about leaving us on a cliffhanger? *shakes head* Of course we will go to the internet and cry for the sake of books - because, there’s no belittling it, you, you book writers, have driven us to it.
So the UK YA Blogger Awards? You want to continue gifting us even further? You’re nuts Book Writers, but thank you all the same. Let a great communion of possibly-crazy people all gather in a bookshop basement and, we shall adore all book-things and book-people.
Thank you for being the foundation this community is built upon.
PS: Same time next year?