Back when this phenomenon really started and these books were mostly available in street corner bookstands and beauty parlors in New York, a local paper did an expose and revealed that the two most popular authors were white ladies from New Jersey.
I remember being wildly unsurprised.
For some insane reason, Colby flew the students up for the minority scholarship to campus on Valentine's Weekend. (Protip: Valentine's is in goddamned February and Colby is goddamned Maine.) Add that to the fact that we lacked keycards to get into any buildings and there was a nationwide snowstorm and we all almost died.
I was accepted to Colby and elected to go, honestly, anywhere else.
If Daniel Radcliffe were your boyfriend, you would never lose your laundry card and your bluetooth speakers would connect to your computer on the first try, every time.
THIS IS LITERALLY ALL I WANT.
Richard Ayoade. Would have been brilliant. So much of a long shot that it was fun to think about. But Neil Gaiman says that he knows a black actor who was offered the Doctor and turned it down.