For the last 3 years I have found myself reading vast amounts of Young Adult Novels, in spite of my no longer “young adult” age. It started with Twilight one Thanksgiving Weekend. I freely admit I succumbed to the temptation of sparkly vampires and shape-shifting werewolves. It was a family member, older family member, who suggested I read the series. I was hooked very early on, and never looked back.
Since then I have found other series and books to whet my growing appetite for the genre. For some reason I find myself drawn to stories about coming of age, which is a process that seemingly never ends. Finding oneself in this life is a continually surprising journey, and stories about love, family, life, etc. are always compelling. In spite of the age of the protagonists, I find it well worth reading. I still read and enjoy more adult novels, but I can’t get enough “teenage angst.” In fact, a co-worker continually suggests books, so I find I am never at a loss for new books.
I love Cassandra Clare’s The Mortal Instrument and The Infernal Devices series, as well as Suzanne Collins The Hunger Games series, for all these reasons. I love the feisty heroins, dashing heroes, discovering of oneself, dealing with life and family, and the plain old fun of following an exciting story. I suspect as long as I have these novels I may just never really have to grow up.