As a paranormal romance/anime/steampunk fan, I have all of the ammo necessary to print out and enjoy fanfiction of all sorts. But there is a blockage, keeping me from enjoying fanfic without thinking about the source material and what the authors really think, and whether or not what I’m reading would have been better as a standalone work, or if legitimate writers need to cling to the backs of published authors to get some footing in the book world. Part of me knows that there is wonderful fanfic that enriches and broadens its source material. Part of me even wants to write some of it. But a bigger part of me is locked out of this community of fandom, as an observer, and never a participant, for reasons that I can’t even begin to explain.
from I’m A Fan-Fic Failure by Syreeta Barlow

"The Fault in Our Stars…is completely fan-fiction for Dawson’s Creek.

You cannot talk me out of this theory, YOU CAN NOT. I am one-hundred percent convinced that The Fault in Our Stars is just Dawson’s Creek if both Pacey and Joey had cancer. The star-crossed romance! The girl who doesn’t know she’s beautiful and the guy who thinks he’s way more of a bad-ass than he actually is! The dialogue that sounds like how teens really talk, just kidding, that sounds like how a room full of Ivy League-educated television writers talk!”


Oskar Schell, from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, becomes the understudy/apprentice of Owen Meany, of A Prayer for Owen Meany. But they soon realize they disagree vehemently on the nature of predestination vis-á-vis human kind’s ability to change its fate. The book is a Thomas Mann-esque “novel of ideas” with no discernible plot and no conclusion. It’s immediately hailed as the first of a new genre — philo-fan-sophical fiction.