I just purchased a book I was pretty excited about. So excited in fact, that as soon as I was out of the book store I took a picture of the book and put it on Twitter:
Shortly after my return home with my purchase, I was reading on line and discovered an article on The Slate Book Review called AGAINST YA,
with a tag line that reads,
Read whatever you want. But you should feel embarrassed when what you’re reading was written for children.
Oh…. dem’s fighting words.
According to Ruth Graham, author of this *set my soul on fire* article, states that as adults we are better than this.
Errr… excuse me?
Ms. Graham, also feels that by not becoming emotion over books such as Fault In Our Stars is not because she is heartless, but because she is grown up.
Well… here is my response to that.
I love YA. I am not ashamed. There are times throughout my reading where I am devouring YA book after YA book. Yes, I read many different genres, but YES, YA is among them. When I was growing up we did not have the wonderful YA choices of today. I remember I had Judy Blume (YAY Judy! *knuckle bump*) and that is about all I recall. I mean, Judy did a great job, but honestly most of her titles are more middle grade than YA.
Today’s YA is full on ENGAGING. It is PASSIONATE. And honestly, when I really think about it… I think that is what sells me. YA character’s are emotionally amplified. They are out… saving the world, dealing with bullies, family members, and harder topics than honestly I ever dealt with. They are teens so their emotions run HIGH and God Bless them…. I LOVE it.
YA character’s are emotionally amplified. ~ Sheila-age 40 something 😉
If reading YA means I am not “grown up”, and/or “emotionally immature” then so be it. Because if being a grown up means that I am segregated in what I read… well to heck with that. I will put on my pouty face, slam the front door, made annoying large bubbles with my gum, and sit on the step and read what I want to read.
Over to you. Do you read YA books? Why or why not? If you do, what do you think draws you to them? How do you think YA compares today to previous generations?