Sometimes, when I’m thinking about the future (awful practice, that. I don’t recommend it), I wonder about what I’ll be reading in the next few years. Just mindless speculation, usually along the lines of “I wonder what fantastic series I’ll start?” or “How in the world am I going to survive the end of [insert favorite series here]??” Innocent fun!
And then it gets scary.
I start thinking, “Will I still love YA?” That’s what scares me the most. What if, when I’m twenty something, I’ll start to hate YA fiction?? To be honest, that idea petrifies me. I’ve read so many incredible books, and met so many incredible people, all through YA novels.
When I’ve read adult fiction (and don’t take this as a general statement because I haven’t read a wide variety of adult fiction in any way), the only word that comes to mind is jaded. It just seems so tired of life, so weary and plodding along. Even though the same subject matter may be addressed in either Adult Fiction or Young Adult fiction, there’s something different in YA. A spark, a sense of hope and promise. All those dystopian books with teens who unrealistically take down governments? Those are important. They show readers that despite dismal conditions and situations, you always have the capacity to fight, because you are only defeated when you surrender.
So honestly I am terrified that I’ll stop liking YA lit, because does that mean that I’ve surrendered to life? Given up that burning fire that makes you attack the world like nothing will take you down?
And this is when I stop myself, because I’m thinking way too much and I just need to calm down. If I like YA, then I will continue to like YA: it’s a choice, right? So that’s what I’m going to do! Because there is no way in my lifetime that I’m giving up on Throne of Glass or The Grisha or Harry Potter.