Today’s New York Times Book Review has an essay about young adult novels, and the actual adults who love them. There is a high-falutin’ book group in Manhattan called Kidlit which includes many literary luminaries, and one woman who stood up at the end of the first meeting (about The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, where Turkish delight was served) and shouted, “At last, I have found my people!”
I have yet to find “my people” here where I live — most of the adults I know are puzzled and amused by my love of YA novels, Miss Slinger and all the members of my book club included. But love them I do.
Some of my favorites are The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart, Just Listen and Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen, the Mortal Instruments trilogy by Cassandra Clare, Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater (although I hated its sequel, Linger), the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer (may I add that I discovered Twilight before it became famous and simply loved the book on its own merits), the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling, the His Dark Materials trilogy by Phillip Pullman, and An Abundance of Katherines and Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green.
Anyone else out there one of the tribe?