I don't read a lot of young adult fiction, and it's not because I don't like it. What I have read in this genre I have liked, and there are young adult authors doing stuff in the genre that is phenomenal. I just haven't read much of it. I'm not sure why.
I think part of the problem, for me, is that it is such a huge genre. Young adults are a strong and powerful demographic amongst book-buyers. I'm actually an oddball: adult male. As a demographic, we simply don't buy, or read, a lot. Most of the books that are being published are being targeted towards children of toddler age to late-teens. Just go to your local bookstore and see: one of the largest sections in the store is almost invariably the children's area, which often includes a large section devoted to teens. And within that large genre of "young adult" are the many subcategories: teen romance, teen fantasy, teen action/adventure, teen nonfiction. Many of these cross over into each other ("Twilight", for example, is both teen romance AND teen fantasy), befuddling the whole issue for us adults. It's such a huge genre, I simply don't know where to start.
Thankfully, my wife and I recently did something that helped me become a more discerning consumer when it comes to books and helped me figure out a starting point for young adult fiction: we had a kid. A little girl, to be exact.
I can only speak for myself, and as a guy, when I say that I honestly didn't read a lot of "girl" fiction growing up. Other than some Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary, there was a whole slew of books I ignored on bookstore shelves. The covers clued me in. They usually had pictures of girls looking in mirrors or standing on the beach or rocking out with their other girlfriends with their Walkmans (Yes, I'm dating myself). I had no interest in these books, because they most likely involved stuff like dating and menstruation and tear-jerky death-bed scenes of beloved grandparents. My tastes ran more toward "Choose your own adventure", Encyclopedia Brown, and books with spaceships and aliens on the cover.
But I have a little girl now, and it's been an exciting prospect putting together a collection of books that she will, hopefully enjoy. Right now, it's mostly picture books, but I have started thinking about the future and some of the books that she may encounter in her middle school and high school career. Thanks also to my wife, who has introduced me to a wide variety of books that I had either never wanted to read or never knew existed. She proudly admits to having read most, if not all, of the Babysitters Club series. She read a few Sweet Valley High books, too. These books literally terrify me...
So, I started simple.
I picked up a random book that looked like it would appeal to girls but that wasn't so "in-your-face" girly, if you know what I mean. While it was written by a man (possible red flag), it was also a Newberry Honor Book. I knew that the Newberry Awards awarded the best in children's and young adult fiction, so that showed promise. I honestly didn't know what to expect. To be honest, I didn't expect much. What could be that profound about middle school age kids? I've taught middle school. They are mostly cretins. And/or flibberdijibbits. They are mostly silly and annoying creatures who have serious hormone issues.
I did NOT expect to like it as much as I did, nor be as profoundly moved by the story as I was. Kevin Henkes, the author of "Olive's Ocean", has created a short but powerful, and sweetly honest, little novel about a young girl dealing with a myriad of adult issues all thrown at her at once.
The protagonist is 12-year-old Martha Boyle, who is about to go on family vacation to visit her grandmother. Just before leaving, she is visited by the mother of a young girl in her class who recently tragically died in a car accident. Martha did not know Olive Barstow well. They were friendly but not friends. Martha rarely ever talked to her. Olive's mother gives her a letter written by Olive, who says some very nice things about Martha in it, including how she would like to be a writer like Martha.
This letter haunts Martha for the rest of the novel, most especially because she has only recently decided that she wants to be a writer. She has not shared this fact with anyone, including her best friend or her parents, let alone some girl she barely knew. How did Olive know?
As if that wasn't enough to worry about, Martha starts to have feelings for Jimmy Manning, a boy she has known for years but has never looked at in any boyfriend-girlfriend kind of way. Weird.
Add to the mix slightly dysfunctional but loving parents, a grandmother who repeatedly hints that she may be dying, a yucky older brother, and an annoying little baby sister.
There is much to love in this book. Henkes has the rare ability to say a lot with a few words. Indeed, his short chapters (some are no more than a paragraph) and beautiful poetic prose make the story flow wonderfully and is perfect for telling Martha's sweet story of growing up and dealing with death and family and love.
This is definitely a book that I will gladly put on my daughter's shelf when she is old enough to appreciate it, and I'd recommend it for any young middle school age girl.