Y is for YA Fiction: young adult fiction is fiction written, published, or marketed to adolescents between the ages of twelve and eighteen. (Wikipedia)
I don’t read a lot of YA, but the first book I ever remember reading, the one that turned me onto literature in the first place, was YA. I read it at the age of fourteen as a freshman in high school. It was S. E. Hinton’s The Outsiders. That’s the first time I remember falling in love with a character—Pony Boy Curtis— and crying at words on the page—when Johnny died. Afterwards, I gobbled the remaining two books in the series, That Was Then, This Is Now and Rumble Fish, in a matter of days. But that was the end of my love affair with YA. From that point, I turned to—don’t judge me now—historical romance.
Looking back, I don’t know why I read those bodice rippers, and it didn’t last long before I converted to my one true love, the adult thriller. But then came the Twilight series. I remember a few years back scrounging through Powell’s Books in Portland and seeing it on a table and remembering there was a lot of hype about it. It really didn’t interest me, but I wanted to know what all the hubbub was about, so I bought it. And I really liked it. So I bought the rest. And I liked them, too.
Yeah, I know. Say what you will about the writing, but at the time, when I knew nothing about the craft, I really enjoyed those books. I’ve tried to pick them up and read them since. No dice this time. Just can’t stomach it. But since then, since I wrote my own novel and became a blogger, I’ve met a great many writers, most of whom write YA. So it’s no accident that I’ve picked up a few YA novels along the way, most of which have been recommendations touted on popular blogs.
Stolen was the first one I read in a very long time, and I really liked it even though it was written in second person. Then came Divergent and my first taste of dystopia. Yeah, I didn’t really like that one too much. The whole book felt like backstory, like it was just a setup for the next book. After that, I read Hate List and I loved it! So I tried Shatter Me next, another dystopian. This book almost ruined me for all YA. I can’t tell you how much it bothered me: the overly grating melodramatic voice, and, once again, that it read like backstory, another setup for the second book in a series. Only in YA can you get away with that.
Overall, I’m finding a groove for popular YA. I do like the young voices, as long as they’re not too snarky or melodramatic. Yeah, I know, teenage girls tend to be melodramatic, and they probably love that, but not me.
I was a bit reluctant to try YA again after that, but I picked up Everneath, and I am so glad I did. That book was a joy to read. Then I tried Shine, but found it too slow. I recently started The Dust of 100 Dogs, but I’ve been distracted by other books, most notably The Hunger Games, another dystopian which I ‘m reading now and positively love. This book shows you can have a dystopian with a female lead and not be whiny or snarky, just strong.
So considering all that, do you have any YA books you can recommend to this lover of thrillers?
























