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What I Was Thinking About by Laurel Snyder
The thing about unlikeable characters is… nobody likes them.
The thing about sad endings is… they make people sad.
The thing about unsolved mysteries is… they drive some people crazy.
Almost exactly three years ago, I finished writing the first draft of Orphan Island, a project I’d been keeping secret up to that point. I wasn’t sure what I’d made exactly—if it was a bad book or a good book, or even a book at all. So I sent it to my friend Rachel Zucker, who is a helpful reader, and more honest with me than anyone else. She read it, and told me it was a good book. So that was nice!
Then, as an afterthought, I sent her another document, a small scrap of writing. A prologue. An origin story. About the island.
Rachel was emphatic and immediate in her reply. “No!” she said. “No, it closes off too many things.”
Because Rachel is always right, I killed the prologue that same day. It was the right choice.
But over the last few months, I’ve thought about that prologue a lot. Because it turns out that some grownups are going to struggle with the ending of Orphan Island. Some grownups are going to be bothered by the questions I’ve left unanswered. Some grownups might really have wanted that prologue.
I’d like to take a moment to explain something now. I’d like to tell you what it felt like when I was twelve.
I was a mess. It was a very hard year. My family was in flux, and for complicated adult reasons that I didn’t fully understand, we had to move. I changed schools. I got my period. I started having complicated medical issues. This was the year when some girls had bras and others didn’t, and some boys were mean to the girls and some boys were still our friends, and meanwhile I was in charge of my younger siblings all the time and they drove me crazy but I loved them, even though all I wanted was to be left alone (or for somebody to pay attention to me).
It was a lot, being twelve.
And nobody seemed to have any interest in explaining anything to me. There were no answers. Not only that, I didn’t even know what questions I wanted to ask. But I could sense them, the questions. All around me.
At twelve, I was caught in the middle of things, and confused, and annoyed, and clueless. More than anything, I was annoyed at my own cluelessness, and how alone I felt in it. In writing Orphan Island, I hoped to capture that feeling, that frustration and loneliness.
So yes, I could have included the prologue. Or I could have written two more chapters at the end. I could have tied up the story with a bow. I know some readers will really wish the book had a bow on it. And if I’d been writing about being eight, or being twenty-eight, I might have.
But this is what I know for sure—when I was twelve, nothing in my life had a bow on it. I hadn’t even found the ribbon, or thought about how I might knot it. And in trying to write a book for my twelve-year old self, I wanted, more than anything, to say, “It’s okay that you don’t know things. It’s okay that you haven’t even figured out all the questions yet. It’s okay to feel crazy and yet still move forward. In fact, you have to.”
You want to know what really happens at the end of the book? This is the secret, the answer: There is something on the other side of the mist. Of course there is. The little green boat will land somewhere, on solid ground. And Jinny will be deeply confused and frustrated. And she will have to trust her instincts anyway. Because she is twelve (or maybe thirteen), and that means she is learning to have faith in her own incredible resilience and power, and also in the universe.
I swear, I did not mean for this book to frustrate any grownups. But in all honestly, I wasn’t thinking about grownups when I wrote it. I was thinking about twelve.
Laurel Snyder is a poet, essayist, and author of picture books and novels for children, including Orphan Island, Charlie and Mouse, Bigger than a Bread Box, and Swan, the Life and Dance of Anna Pavlova. She is also a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, and a faculty member of Hamline University’s MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults. She lives in Atlanta with her family and can be found online at www.laurelsnyder.com.
Good for you for honoring 12!
I ADORE the book!!! But I must confess that I do want a sequel!
Me tooooooo!
As I was writing my Goodreads review and agonizing about no resolution, I knew you must have been thinking something like this 😉 As an adult, I was left completely hanging, which makes me so so so eager for a sequel! I love this post, and I love that you are honoring age 12 – my readers are going to gobble this book up when they come back to school in the fall!
I have not read the book yet, but I remember being 12 and I chose books to read that gave me options, ideas, made me dream that there could be MORE than what I had. That is why I read a lot as a child. It was an escape to another world that gave me HOPE that there was a way out of my boring and sometimes unhappy life. so I would be sad to think I read a book and it had the same ending as my current 12 year old life “no where.” What I would like is options… someone teaching me to set goals for myself and that while one moment in time might seem empty a chance meeting with one person, or reading a book, or hearing a bird chirp… WHO KNOWS, that can change the direction of a 12 year old’s life forever. I look forward to reading your book. I hope the ending is not as bleak as it sounds. 🙂
Thank you for the struggle!
I adored your book, but I am one of those adults that struggled with there being no resolution at the end. Thanks you for the insight, I feel better now. I also believe that kids will handle this much better than I did.
I’ve been waiting for this book. 12 was scary. And now I have a 12 year old. Can’t wait to read.
“It’s okay that you don’t know things. It’s okay that you haven’t even figured out all the questions yet. It’s okay to feel crazy and yet still move forward. In fact, you have to.”
As a grown woman with three kids, I still feel like this all the time. I think at twelve kids are often entering this feeling for the first time. It’s a scary reality. I love literature for that reason. It allows to know we are not alone in this. But, it’s also the reason I need an ending that is hopeful…
I cannot wait to read this book! Heading to the bookstore first thing tomorrow! I love an unfinished ending, because that is so much of what life is! Kuddos to you for keeping with that!
I loved your book Bigger than a BreadBox! One of my classes actually Skyped you about the books years ago when it is first out.
Can’t wait to meet you this summer in person at Nerd Camp!
I just finished the book. I really enjoyed it! Kept me engaged, certainly, and you absolutely captured “12”, but I needed more! Like two chapters more, because at the end I kinda wanted to hurl the book across the room. LOL Yes, 12 can be a rough age, but the confusion isn’t enduring–there are always answers to some degree. And I was hoping for some answers. I’m glad she goes somewhere, but does she see Deen again? Are there mamas? There was so much mystery to the island itself that I needed more.
That said, thank you for giving us something to ponder and for sharing your writing!
I would want to read what happens or how the island started. It was a great book.
Please write a sequel. I have been 12 for more than 50 years I really need the sequel so I know what to do next!
So, then … no sequel? Please, it’s killing me not to know. I am Jinny. I need to know what is on the other side. I want to … I have to!
I am, of course, a grownup who googled you in hopes of a sequel. Your book reminded me so much of The Giver, a favorite I first read somewhere around the age of twelve. I understood no sequel, even though I always wondered. And then, so many years later, I did get my Giver sequel. I’ll keep my eye on this, just in case!
“It’s okay that you don’t know things. It’s okay that you haven’t even figured out all the questions yet. It’s okay to feel crazy and yet still move forward. In fact, you have to.”
I agree with the above. However, I think the only way for it to be “okay” is to believe that answers exist. If the questions or the answers never become concrete…or if the hope of real answers is lost…we are left with despair. I want to yell at my 12-year-old self too. “Answers exist! Keep looking! The stories are true!”
We need a sequel for many reasons, but primarily because we don’t want to be left with despair as an option. There must be answers. {pretty please~:-)}
It seemed such a shame that a girl’s effort to linger in childhood ruined everyone else’s childhood, possibly killing them all, and very likely would soon result in the death of her little brother! It seemed like the very fact of menstruation was intended to make it clear that she both literally and figuratively had blood on her hands.