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Friday, August 24, 2012
Guest Post & Giveaway: Tab Bennett and the Inbetween by Jes Young
UFI welcomes Jes Young Author of Tab Bennett and the Inbetween. Thanks for Joining us!!
Last night when I was clicking through the
quotes on GoodReads.com (my favorite time wasting strategy) I came across this
one from Politically
Correct Bedtime Stories a Collection of Modern Tales for Our Life and Times by James Finn Garner:
“The wolf said, "You know, my dear, it
isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."
Red Riding Hood said, "I find your
sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your
traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused
you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I
must be on my way.”
This got me thinking about how a princess
might handle that encounter – by screaming and / or fainting – and about the
way an urban fantasy heroine would reply with a sharp word and an even sharper
knife. It got me thinking about fairy tales and how I felt about them as a kid,
as a teen, and now.
When I was a little girl, I wanted a fairy
tale life – a handsome prince, an enchanted castle, gourds that would turn into
inexpensive and convenient modes of transportation. I watched the Disney
versions of the classic fairy tales without knowing that the Little Mermaid
traded her tongue to get on land and then ended up dying alone because the
prince didn’t love her or that Rapunzel’s real parents traded her to the witch
in exchange for a head of lettuce. Blissfully unaware, I danced around the
backyard singing “Someday my prince will come.” I waited for the shiny apple that
would bring true love’s kiss running to revive me as I lay – surrounded by extremely
short men and deeply asleep – in my very own glass coffin.
When I was a teenager, I was surly and angry
and much too smart to believe in happy endings. Fairy tales were stupid – especially
the Disney versions. Cinderella and Rapunzel were chumps for cheerfully putting
up with everyone’s crap. The Little Mermaid was a fool for giving up her life for
a man. Snow “I take candy from strangers” White was too dumb to live. I didn’t
want to be like any of those stupid, useless princesses. I wasn’t going to
waste my time trying to catch the eye of some guy who wore more lip gloss than
I did just because his father owned a castle.
Now I am a grown up and although I am no
longer quite so keen on eating poisoned apples, neither am I in such a hurry to
discount the appeal of an eager to please handsome prince. I find I want fairy
tales again – stories about magic, about destiny, about the power of true love
and the triumph of good over evil. That’s what draws me to urban fantasy; the
genre takes the best elements of the fairy tales I grew up on, shakes them, and
makes them into something better. Maybe the princess has a knife collection and
a snarky attitude but she is loyal and brave. And maybe the prince has traded
in his too-red lips for a facial scar and a past he’s not proud of, but he’s
loyal and brave too. Together they’ll win and lose and bleed. They’ll find
danger, fight the bad guy, and ultimately save the world. And when they get to
their happily ever after, they’ll have earned it.
My book, Tab Bennett and the Inbetween,
isn’t based on any particular fairy tale but it does contain the phrase “once
upon a time.” There’s a handsome prince and a princess who starts out useless
and later learns to kick butt. And, because I am now too smart not to
believe in them, when we get there, theirs will definitely be a happy ending.
Where do you stand on the issue of fairy
tales? Are they little girl soul crushers or imagination builders? Do you favor
the sweetened versions or do you prefer your stories bitter and dark? If
anybody has any comments or questions, I’d love to hear them! I’ll check in to reply
throughout the day.
Thanks for having me
over, Stacy. I really appreciate the chance to talk with you and your readers.
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Jes Young was a copywriter at Random House for eight years before leaving the job she loved to be a full time mom to two babies she loved even more. She holds a BFA in creative writing from Emerson College.
Like so many first novels, Tab Bennett and the Inbetween was written between the hours of 11PM and 2AM.
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Tab Bennett and the InbetweenTab Bennett #1
Yesterday Tab Bennett was a bank teller. Today she’s at the center of a centuries old war between Light and Dark. Tomorrow...well let’s just say she’ll be lucky if she lives to see it.
Engaged to her childhood sweetheart, employed at the local bank, and finally living on her own for the first time at twenty-four years-old, Tab Bennett has no interest in a fairy tale life. She’s perfectly happy with the normal one she already has. But when her sister is murdered on a moon-dark night, revealing a world of power and magic she never dreamed existed, a fairy tale is exactly what her life becomes. Figures it would have to be the Grimm kind.
Just like that, the life she had planned is over. Instead of cashing checks and handing out lollipops, Tab is unraveling clandestine assassination plots and learning to wield the magic that is her birthright. And as if fulfilling her destiny isn’t hard enough, she’ll also have to choose between Robbin, a man who’s turned out to be a lot more complicated than the proverbial boy next door, and Alexander, the handsome prince whose smile leaves her weak-kneed and weak-willed.
Now, while Tab struggles to hold on to the human world she’s always known and understand her place in the magical one she’s just discovered, dangerous forces are gathering close to home. If she wants to live to see happily ever after, she’ll have to figure out who she can trust, who wants her dead, and why. The answers will change everything she believes about herself, the people she loves, and the place she calls home.
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