A regular written post from me is shocking, I know. I love my medium of audio and usually save my actual blog post for pre-con promotion and NaNoWriMo updates. Since I’ve been listening to podcasts like “The Shared Desk” and “Talking on my Morning Walk”, I am getting really inspired to put words down and share some thoughts with you all.
The topic that I want to discuss is the fact that as an adult, I am enjoying YA books more and more. This seemed odd to me because, well, I’m a grown up. I should like grown up things and words and wine and refined foods. Well, dammit I like being a 12 year old sometimes and watching animated movies. I may or may not know all the words to a good number of Disney movies. But I digress.
As I took a look at what I like about YA novels, it occurred to me that I have a bit of nostalgia for that age. Finally figuring out who my real friends were and going on adventures through life together. At that time I was doing a lot of creative writing and scripting of my own accord (the joys of being young and unemployed) and creating my fantastic coming of age story, filled with monsters, heroes, and pendants that call dragons.
When I read stories, or listen to them since I am an aural consumer, I feel like I’m brought into a parallel world to the one I created for myself. The coming of age is hard and we remember it as adults. All the trials that we had to go through helped to shape who we are today. We relate to these characters wistfully as they want to find their place in the world around them. If you really think about it aren’t we all still searching for that place of belonging?
Stories like the “The Empress Sword” by Paulette Jaxton, “Ginnie Dare” by Scott Roche, and even “Quarter Share” by Nathan Lowell bring a sense of wonder and uncertainty that we all felt at one time or another when taking out first steps out into the big scary universe, without the safety of our parents/guardians/older siblings to catch us. If we fall, it’s hard, and the story comes from how we decide to pick ourselves back up. Because, let’s face it. There would be no story if you just stayed there in the mud. If the mud is pulling you down with a mind of its own, then you have another story.
As more of my writer friends, go back to an age of more innocence, I look forward to seeing how their influences twist the road that their heroes have to traverse with great anticipation. We write what we know for the most part and it excites me to wonder what parts of these stories are similar to events is the author’s life.
Do you have any YA books that you would recommend?
Thank you for reading!