love is a dangerous angel

so, i am in this adolescent lit class this summer and i have to write a paper and, even more so than usual, i don't know what i'm going to write about and i have to decide quickly because it is a summer class after all so the paper is due really soon and, to put it very mildly, i'm at a loss.
luckily my instructor for this class is not only a brilliant children's lit scholar but an equally superb teacher. she recommended that i read some of the books in a series called the weetzie bat books by francesca lia block. the first one that i read was the first one in the series entitled weetzie bat
it's a fairy tale, its wonderful, its profound and i wish that i had something like this to read when i was an adolescent. anyway here is weetzie's take on love:

Weetzie's heart felt so full with love, so full, as if it could hardly fit in her chest. She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there--you can't see or smell or hear, touch, or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead. And she looked around the table at Dirk and Duck and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Cherokee and Witch Baby--all of them lit up and golden like a wreath of lights.
I don't know about happily ever after....but i know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.


i was so overwhelmed when i read this. this short book is like one long sigh.
for anyone who is reading this and knows this book all i have to say is that buddy was my duck, i let him go and some part of me is always sad about that, always mourning. that's probably why i haven't found another duck.

oh, and dev---in the above quote that says "love and disease are both like electricity" i thought of your paper and of the work you are doing with shelley's Frankenstein