thanfiction: BAMF[info]thanfiction on October 2nd, 2008 12:18 am (UTC) I would say yes, actually. Language and sexual content are exactly at the same levels as JKR, and the thing about written violence vs. movie violence is that your mind will not imagine something that is gorier or more graphic than you can actually handle. And most parents, quite frankly, let their teenage daughters watch at least the occasional R-rated horror film, which is often beyond what DAYD would even be if filmed word-for-word. And it's not really that graphic...the flogging scene, for example, is actually extremely minimal:
There was a swish, a crack, a slap. Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again. A dozen times now. Two dozen. Three. Forty times in all. More were crying, older students now, and a few of the little ones were in complete hysterics. Then again. Once. Twice. Forty again.
That's it.
And if she's reading Twilight, for pete's sake give it to her immediately! She needs to start crushing on a Neville or an Ernie and picturing herself as a Hannah or Susan before she winds up getting the crap beaten out of her by an Edward, because those types are out there, and although not vampires, they're very definitely predators and right now they've all but had an entire generation laid swooning at their feet.
Andy suggests reading DAYD will protect teenage girls from predators. The irony.
thanfiction: BAMF[info]thanfiction on October 2nd, 2008 12:18 am (UTC)
I would say yes, actually. Language and sexual content are exactly at the same levels as JKR, and the thing about written violence vs. movie violence is that your mind will not imagine something that is gorier or more graphic than you can actually handle. And most parents, quite frankly, let their teenage daughters watch at least the occasional R-rated horror film, which is often beyond what DAYD would even be if filmed word-for-word. And it's not really that graphic...the flogging scene, for example, is actually extremely minimal:
There was a swish, a crack, a slap. Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again. A dozen times now. Two dozen. Three. Forty times in all. More were crying, older students now, and a few of the little ones were in complete hysterics. Then again. Once. Twice. Forty again.
That's it.
And if she's reading Twilight, for pete's sake give it to her immediately! She needs to start crushing on a Neville or an Ernie and picturing herself as a Hannah or Susan before she winds up getting the crap beaten out of her by an Edward, because those types are out there, and although not vampires, they're very definitely predators and right now they've all but had an entire generation laid swooning at their feet.