Adventures in Reading


Bookends: Young Adult Fiction

I’m not sure of the etymological root of the idea of “young adult” and entirely oblivious to such attachment to “young adult fiction/literature/books.” In the libraries and bookstores of my youth, which wasn’t so long ago, it didn’t exist. Any such materials were found in the children’s department curiously enough along with many “classic” works of literature. [1] It would be nice to think that “young adult” has an altruistic interpretation and some lone librarian or bookstore clerk thought: “My, it can be tricky finding things to read between the ages of thirteen to eighteen. Let’s give them a hand!” But I’ve got a cynical streak and think it has more to do with marketing and advertising and a young adult population with credit cards.

But what exactly is young adult literature? Obviously, books targeted at young adults or teenagers. But what does that mean? In my store, young adult is described as being largely at the same reading level of most children’s books but are often more morally ambiguous and increasingly dealing with sex or sexuality and drugs and how these pertain to young adulthood.

As I did not grow up in a time with a “young adult section,” I made the leap that most readers also had to make: children’s books into adult reading material. I moved from the Babysitter’s Club and Goosebumps into Terry Pratchett, Melissa Banks, and the novel The Archivist.

My last two books were The Good Thief by Hannah Tinti and Mexican High by Liza Monroy. Both are recently published books written featuring adolescent protagonists. However, both books are also located within adult fiction and after reading them I am curious why they are not listed as young adult. The most obvious answers I’ve found are that perhaps Tinti and Monroy don’t consider themselves young adult authors or perhaps don’t want to be considered young adult writers. Considering the recent young adult market with Meyer and Paolini, it’s not really such bad company.

The Good Thief in particular struck me as an odd novel to place in adult fiction. Ren a one-armed pre-teen/tween, is taken from an orphanage to live the life of a thief. Excepting perhaps one sentence [2] there is nothing questionable and though a Catholic netting exists over the book, I don’t find it anything so complex that the average young adult reader couldn’t plow through it. On the ARC copy, Tinti’s book is compared to Robert Louis Stevenson (twice) and the “children’s literature” of Twain and Dickens. All works more or less inhabiting the world of children. [3]

Liza Monroy’s Mexican High is a story of Mila’s senior year of high school after being uprooted to Mexico City. Mila deals with the usual teenage novel problems, boyfriends and homework, but in the crazy world of Mexico City. Though sex is never detailed it is happening, but I can’t imagine worse than any of the Clique or Gossip Girls novels. Monroy provides a nice exploration of Mexican history and culture with a spattering of Spanish words and phrases. While a book I greatly enjoyed after concluding it I left with a “young adult feel.”

The lines between children’s literature, young adult literature, and adult literature are increasingly graying and the only area that truly stands out in stark contrast is the price tag: expect new, adult hardcovers to have an additional $10 slapped on to it.

[1] Seriously, every time I pass Finnegan’s Wake in the children’s area of the library I lose an ounce of faith in the institution.

[2] A reference to post-sex smells and perhaps it’s simply my street gutter mind making something of it.

[3] Perhaps not originally so, but certainly existing firmly in the world of the children’s tradition now.



Fiction: New Moon by Stephenie Meyer

I was thrilled that I finished Twilight just before I had to go to work so I was able to almost immediately begin Meyer’s second book in her supernatural series New Moon. The second book in the series gets off to a bit of a rough start and the novel suffers from some “series syndrome” until roughly 20 to 30 pages in. I admit, I do not envy any writer composing those first pages of any books in a series. Bella and Edward pick up from the prom Twilight left the reader at, the two shortly part at Edward’s request, and Bella spends the next 300 pages emotionally suffering and discovering the secrets of Jacob Black.

New Moon is a novel of pathos. There is relatively little action that occurs and I found the plot line weak. In fact, nothing much really happens in New Moon. The book reads as a 500+ page stepping stone Meyer’s uses to get from the first book to the third and eventually fourth books of the series (I assume). I left New Moon with the sense of a very long serial providing near endless cliff hanging questions: What will happen with Victoria? What about the Volturi? Will Bella finally become a vampire? What about the treaty between the vampires and the werewolves?

I felt the book was too long and despite the emotional conflict resulting from Edward’s and Bella’s separation, I didn’t feel the novel in any way developed their relationship. Granted, New Moon turned to develop a relationship between Bella and Jacob, but I am sure most readers would agree it’s not nearly as dynamic and in part do to Bella’s immediate and ongoing rejection of Jacob. Upon finishing it, I felt the book could have been greatly condensed and been just as good.

Despite all of this, it didn’t stop me from gorging on New Moon within a little more than one sitting. I anxiously turned the pages (I confess to some scanning), my heart throbbed for Bella, and I am not ashamed to say my eyes were damp more than once. New Moon is a canvas that brilliantly displays one of Meyer’s great talents: representing emotion tension and demanding a response from her reader. [1] The novel also created a landscape I assume the remaining two books of the series will catapult from. Still, I didn’t feel as if it was as tightly packaged as Twilight and Meyer’s writing was not as well done (or as well hidden) as in her previous novel.

However, if you’ve read Twilight you have to read New Moon. And New Moon is by no means a bad book. But it’s a thinking book for Meyer, delving further into her created world, creating twists and turns that may otherwise have proven difficult in other settings, and constructing a firm enough base that the next two books ought not need such prolonged development.

[1] I must say that at least a few of my ~40+ co-workers have attempted this series and were wearied by it. They found the emotions draining, unconvincing, and unrealistic.

Other opinions: Kay’s Bookshelf, In the Louvre, In the Shadow of Mt. TBR, American Bibliophile, Ax For the Frozen Sea, Muse Books Reviews, Book Nut, J. Kaye’s Book Blog, Literate Chick, and Stephanie’s Written Word.