I hadn’t read a YA (young adult) book since I was like 8 or 9 years old. I remember my mother being absolutely mortified when she found The Exorcist on my bedside table – I was in 5th grade. And so it continued – and by the way my friends, I finally did get to finish my mom’s copy of Rich Man Poor Man in 4th grade.
I had moved onto better things – Alex Haley’s Roots was one of my favorites. Then came the Stephen King addiction. Which brought on the Dean Koontz, John Saul, and Peter Straub, era. However, the horror genre abruptly stopped in 1984 with just one book.
Stephen King’s – Pet Cemetery.
Looking back now, I can say it wasn’t the book per se, but the dream I had the night I finished the book. It’s been 28 years since that dream – but I remember it vividly still. Too vividly. *shudder*
I haven’t read a Stephen King or Dean Koontz novel since. Nor have I read anything in the extreme horror genre.
My reading appetite is, for lack of a better word, insatiable. So I explored all sorts of books.
But as I had children, my quiet time suffered. Too many nights I was just too exhausted to read more than a page or two. I’m sure many of you can identify with that.
As the kids got older, I had more time again – but I was low on books and funds. Those 5 kids of mine ate us out of house and home! My friend, ‘ Georgette’ (of the Jungle), sent me a box of books. And in it was a children’s book.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Who is this Harry Potter, I wondered.
I read it and was hooked.
Georgette sent me the boxed set of the first 4 books in the Harry Potter series and book number 5. I became Harry’s greatest fan. Georgette even gifted me with an awesome, laser sighted, Harry Potter wand! I ran around the house for days yelling ‘Nox!“ and ‘Expecto Patronum!“. I was very disappointed when the wand wouldn’t perform the Confundus Charm on the hubster. It sure wasn’t for a lack of trying on my part, that’s for sure.
My kids thought I had gone over the deep end…
I wonder what they would have done if the tattoo guy had not refused to put a lightening bolt on my forehead.
I read those books over and over until the pages were worn thin. Finally the series completed with the last 2 books and I thought the love affair with the YA genre would be over.
Then came The Twilight Saga. Yeah, yeah – I can hear you moaning and groaning from here. But I don’t care, I still love that saga. I even have what my kids call a “cougar cave” upstairs that is everything Twilight.
Ok, ok… ENOUGH! Stop laughing at me about my life-sized cardboard cutout of Edward Cullen and my slap bracelet that says “I ♥ Boys that *Sparkle*”! I was going to show you pictures, but now that you’re laughing… well – I’m just gonna take my toys and go home! 😉
Georgette introduced me to The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare as a wonderfully boxed 3 book hardcover set for my birthday a couple of years ago. Since then there have been many series of YA books; The Hunger Games, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Gemma Doyle series, the Pendragon series, House of Night series, the Hush Hush series and on and on.
*Ahem!* Um, hey you. Yes, you over there. I can still hear you giggling at my Twilight fascination. You’re distracting me here. I need to stay on task.
I believe the reason why I am so enamored with the young adult genre is that they are easy reads – they are entertaining and just plain fun. It’s like comparing cotton candy to a bowl of sensible oatmeal.
While I do like oatmeal and I know it‘s good for me – sometimes I just need to get that sugar rush from the cotton candy too.
So, what’s your flavor of cotton candy?