The Issue With YA Novels (and a book review)
I love words. I like books, stories, and reading (so long as it doesn't involve a textbook or anything to do with studying), and as a child I was constantly working through several novels at a time. And yet, despite a childhood of non-stop reading there came a point sometime at the mid-teen age where it became more of an arduous task than a form of enjoyment. This I boiled down to laziness: I considered it to be a side-effect of spending so long on computers and other devices to the point where anything involving more than a few minutes' attention was no longer worth my time. I'm also quite picky when it comes to genre - I refuse most things fantasy or sci-fi because of some of the ways that the magic involved seemed unrealistic or forced. I also avoided most of the typical romance novels, finding them predictive, and though I always enjoy a good whodunnit mystery it was difficult to find one that was well-written and genuinely gripping, especially anything written for so...