Resourceful Teens Will Always Find Books To Read
When I was a teenager, what I most wanted to read were fantasy novels. Not Tolkien and Malory, but sword-and-sorcery pulp. I craved glowy blue magic, chainmail bikinis, dragons with unpronounceable names. Today I might head into the young adult section to find these stories, but this was the nineteen-eighties, and my dark elves and magical longbows were found only in the adult area of the library. Was I reading young adult? No idea. I didn’t need to answer that question back then. All I had to do was enjoy the book.
Over a typical day, the teen me read The Odyssey for school, skimmed Her Pirate Lover for the sex scenes, and read the Elfstones of Shannara until I fell asleep. None of those books was published as young adult, and yet I can see why I was pulled to all three — feeling the satisfaction of finishing something of weight, acquiring knowledge about the mysterious adult world, discovering stories about previously nondescript kids who turned out to be special. Yes, please.
Debates have been sputtering up lately about whether the growth of young adult literature means we should be mourning our national intellect. These arguments are at their —> Read More Here