Question: How do I know that my Young Adult fiction obsession has taken a turn for the worse?
Answer: I didn’t stop reading this book on page 50. In fact, I read the whole thing.
When I read the Twilight books (yes, I read all of them), each time I started a new one I remember thinking “I don’t even like these, why am I reading them?” This same thought went through my head at least 10 times during the reading of this book.
Don’t get me wrong – it isn’t a terrible book. In fact, if I were 15 years old, it would be awesome. But I’m 32. And I’ve thankfully made it out of all of the teenage phases that this book describes (losing your virginity, throwing parties when your parents are gone, grappling with cheating boyfriends/lying friends, etc.). Again, if I were 15, this book would be perfect in that it hits on so many different themes that, when you are 15, seem like they are the end all and be all of your life.
But when you are 32 and you are reading it, remembering those feelings, you may feel a little, well….silly.
Actually, now that I am thinking about it, this girl gets thrown a lot of shit to deal with in a pretty short book (no idea how many pages it is….the only thing I dislike about the Kindle is the lack of page numbers); parents divorcing, sex, STD, newfound independence, monetary freedom, BOYS!, and did I mention sex? There’s a lot of sex, thinking about sex, and talking about sex. Not too much actual sex though.
Thank god for small favors.