I think of myself as a YA reader, but--God, this is depressing to write--the older I get, the less patience I have with it. I don't mind this very much, except that I think I'm in a period of growing pains, where I can't tell from a book description or a sample whether it's going to be a pleasure to read or annoy the hell out of me.
Case in point: The Catastrophic History of You and Me. While I realize that it's a love story, the whole sense that the WHOLE WORLD depends on this TRUE LOVE between these two sixteen year olds just exhausts me. At least, in this book, it's not literally the whole world--if you look at books like Matched and Delirium, you'd think the actual fate of the actual world was in the balance. But here, it's just life or death for the young lovers. No biggie, right?
But then there was The Fault In Our Stars. My faith has been restored by this book. There is life and death here--the teenaged characters all have cancer--and the love story is the absolute center of this book, and it still manages to be perceptive and sad and funny. The teenagers are all overly educated and overly articulate, but you can buy that from kids who have spent most of their lives around adults, reading, resting, and thinking about the meaning of life.
I may no longer be as moved by the problems of youth, but I have a new appreciation for books that recognize that young people are also people, and treat them like that. Catastrophic History is an ABC Family show of a book. (In my day it would have been a WB show. Yes, I'm a codger.) Stars is a really good prime time drama. Maybe by Aaron Sorkin, directed by Stephen Spielberg doing a rare stint in contemporary YA television.
My analogy is going off the rails. It's okay--I'm out of blogging practice. I'll get back on the wagon, I promise!
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I don't read that much YA, and I think the reason for that is the romance, particularly love triangles. They just exhaust me. There is so much angst in the books.
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