I think I'd have a heart attack if an 11-year-old read my work and commented about it. Any of it. Even my mainstream stuff is not meant for children.
Then again, the little terrorists are growing up faster these days. And even at age 11 in the 70's, I knew about some things I'm sure my mom didn't want me to know about.
So, okay, kid, read it if you can get your greasy little mitts on it. Just don't *tell* me you read it. 'Cuz I really don't want to know.
I remember the smut I hid from my parents when I was their age. Kathy Acker, Ed Sanders, Jerzy Kosinski, the occasional Harold Robbins or Jacqueline Susann. Good times.Exactly! I don't want to know. But the underage ones always want to tell me their age. Youngest I've had was 10. *shudder shudder* I had to tell her thanks for the compliments, but I preferred her reading something appropriate to her age group. Gotta cover my ass in case some raging parent thinks I'm to blame for corrupting their little darling.
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