1.0ALSC Bloghttps://www.alsc.ala.org/blogEva Mitnickhttps://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/author/emitnick/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="lf2x1VgYEU"><a href="https://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/2009/02/graphic-novels-are-haunting-my-dreams/">Graphic novels are haunting my dreams</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/2009/02/graphic-novels-are-haunting-my-dreams/embed/#?secret=lf2x1VgYEU" width="600" height="338" title="“Graphic novels are haunting my dreams” — ALSC Blog" data-secret="lf2x1VgYEU" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.alsc.ala.org/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> You know how something happens that makes you more aware of something and then suddenly it seems like the whole world is full of this thing?  Your best friend gets pregnant, say, and suddenly you see pregnant women everywhere, or you finally learn what jejune means and the word is suddenly popping up every day.  You wonder, “Is it just that I’m now noticing pregnant women more — or are there really a whole bunch more pregnant women roaming the streets?!” This is how it is with graphic novels and me.  Oh, I’ve been a fan of graphic novels for all ages for at least a year now (don’t snort — I’ve always been a late-bloomer).  But suddenly it feels like graphic novels for kids are just exploding; you can’t turn a corner without bumping into some mention of them.  Whether it’s various lucky ducks attending the New York Comic...