The First Midnight Party
When Charles Dickens published The Old Curiosity Shop, Americans waited on the docks in Boston for the final chapters to see what happened to Nell and her grandfather. These were the first midnight parties. That desire to find out what happened as soon as possible. The masses waiting to know.
After The Old Curiosity Shop that ultimate curiosity waned.
And before Harry Potter there were years of silence.
Then the midnight party was resurrected through Diagan Alley, Quidditch, and the rest of Rowling's writing.
From the ashes of Harry Potter came a phoenix ... and Twilight.
Twilight drank deeply among teens and Suzanne Collin's Hunger Games emerged.
But now the midnight party is but a fragmented memory, a youthful memory in the minds of our teens.
What bit of magic can change that?
Will Veronica Roth's Divergent find a faction of readers?
Or will we listen to the angels from the next in the series of The Daughter of Smoke and Bone.
Will Lu's Legend grow?
We are all waiting for the next big literary explosion, just how long will we have to wait?
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