I have been agonizing over how to classify Unintended Consequences, my first Mad Max novel. (No, it’s not a fiction novel! I know not to make that bone-head mistake.) Is this women’s fiction? contemporary fiction? A mystery that doesn’t follow the conventions for a mystery? A whydunit? Oh, the choices to make.
Then last night, I was reading Publishers Weekly and came across this description of a new series launcher: “chicken-fried chick lit paranormal.”
Classifying fiction is ridiculous. See above.