If I were you (and I wish that I were you)

You have a story about how you got into fandom, right? I mean, sometimes we share stories here, first fandom experiences, how fandom has shaped us, the things that we love and hate about it. You experience a thing and it's not enough, somehow, you have to find a way to participate. You have to talk about it with other people equally obsessed; to tell a story the way you think it should be; and then you stay to get other people's stories; you discover a secret shameful kink that even you who are pretty open-minded about sex find a little objectionable, and miraculously other people share it too, and what's more indulge it every chance they get, and you get to read it all mostly for free, hey, it's only a little charge to your conscience, right, you can afford it. Or, you know, whatever.

But then there are also times when you happen across a thing you never thought you might want, but as soon as you read it you realize you've wanted it all along, and it makes you sublimely happy that someone else wanted it as well, because there it is, right in front of you, making you happy. Those are the best times, I think. A disconcerting but lovely realization, to be reminded that there are still things about yourself left to learn.

All this is to say: I read a story today and loved it. It's Calvin and Hobbes, teen Calvin/Susie first recced by . So easy to imagine that things happen in just this way, and it's beautifully laid out, surprisingly slow and easy for a story shot through with not only teen angst but also (literal) fire, and I found myself rooting for them both, anticipating as I read in a way that reminded me forcibly of geeking out over the comics, way back when you could only read one a day.

It actually came out a while ago, so it seems likely that anyone who might conceivably be interested has already read it. But just in case: Theories about Nuclear Winter.

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