Historical fiction: snooze inducing or inquiry provoking?
At 13, my younger brother, who is three years my junior, was diagnosed with a chronic illness. Afterwards, he retreated inward and found solace and entertainment in books. Although I had always been an avid reader, this was the time when he discovered his love for reading. At 16, my reading preferences and habits were naturally very different than his given our age and gender divides, but when he begged me to read Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, I reluctantly acquiesced. While it wasn't anything I would ever read by choice, I read it for my brother. I saw it as a way to spend time with someone who was spending less and less time with people, and more and more time with books. I loved it. And I have no shame. I remember thinking it was so cool that the author explained events about Lincoln's life that were common knowledge through the lens of his (fictional) career as a vampire hunter. Yes, this book also lives in the space of fantasy, but the historical fiction element of ...