This is for the older audience; you know the adult YA readers. Let’s face it, outside of alcohol and being able to have a credit card, being an adult kind of sucks. I mean I fully intended to spend eighteen-death reading all the time. And traveling. And buying lottery tickets left and right and winning each and every time. I did not expect to have to work just to do lame things like pay bills, or put a roof over my head. And I most definitely did not expect to have to choose between an electricity bill or a shopping spree on Amazon. So yeah, this whole adulting thing is overrated. That’s why I read YA.
Most people think a mid-life crisis is where you go and buy a sports car and stay up past ten p.m. I’m not having one of those. I’m having a post-teen crisis, and it began as soon as I turned eighteen and was expected to be a functioning member of society. I decided screw this, I’m going to read about a time when I thought being an adult was cool and my boyfriend would love me forever and ever and ever. Just kidding. As a teen, I couldn’t be bothered with keeping a boyfriend around long enough to feel that way. Anyway, yes I read YA to recapture my youth.
When I was sixteen, it was like a constant high. Everything felt so intense. That first kiss? Amazing and toe curling. Second one? Even better! Kiss 127,057? Fan-freaking-tastic! Kiss with my husband? Goodish, I guess? It’s just not the same. Even down to the excitement of setting off after graduation, the thirst for what lies beyond a teen’s hometown. Everything is heart-stoppingly intense when you are young. I think about moving to a new town and have an anxiety attack because the thought of having to enroll the kids in a new school is so exhausting. Teens just experience life on a different level than us poor adults. And when I read YA, it’s like I get to experience that all over again. Don’t judge me. Just because I live vicariously through fictional characters does not make me weird.
And to be honest, some YA authors really make the experience amazing. Asleep by Krystal Wade sends you on a straight up roller coaster of emotions. I sat there asking myself who the hell is crazy? Is it Rose? Is it Philip? Is anyone crazy? Is everyone crazy? Oh crap, am I crazy? It was a rush. Not a thriller fan? Then we have a contemporary romance coming out for you! There is this one scene that I can’t tell you about that quite literally melted me into a puddle. No joke, an actual puddle. I’m being dramatic, but seriously look for Paintbrush coming out in 2017!