Pick up Chuck Wendig if you like Scalzi. They also have a lot of banter back and forth on social media

Some books just come to us at the wrong moment of our lives. I absolutely hated both the book My Antonia and the play Our Town when I was in high school. As a university senior and English major, I had a lot more life experience, such as leaving my home community, coming back, and despairing at how much had moved on in my absence. That life experience made me “get” those two texts I couldn’t have appreciated as a 15 year old.

I’m not saying there’s no such thing as poorly written books. I’m just saying, optimistically, that perhaps we read the right book but at the wrong time.

Her writing in general is a warm fuzzy blanket. I recommend the rest of that series and A Psalm for the Wild Built.

Unwind by Neal Shusterman. If you’ve read it, you know the scene.

Childhood’s End, by Arthur C Clark