Seriously. I feel like I'm about to start a high school essay, but isn't that kind of apropos?
For me, the love of YA is actually more of a newfound thing. I didn't read YA back in my teen years (not that there was as much to choose from). Back in the 90's, this was my idea of YA:
And there is NOTHING wrong with Sweet Valley High. Or any contemporary long-running series. Don't get me wrong. I just discovered Jane Austen and Agatha Christie and the Brontes in ninth grade, and they kind of got a hammerhold on my heart. (Still have one.)
It wasn't until I was 9 months pregnant with the Pea that I rediscovered YA. IN THE MOST TRAUMATIC WAY POSSIBLE. One of my friends suggested I read the Twilight series (the fourth book was about to come out). I trusted her taste, so I said, "Sure, why not?"
And, yes, I got sucked into the story. Into the characters. It was fun, putting myself in Bella's shoes and reliving those raw teenage emotions again.
And then out comes Book 4.
Did I mention I was 9 months pregnant with my first child?
My first child that I was about to GIVE BIRTH TO.
I pretty much called my friend the second I was done reading the hybrid-vampire-baby-worst-c-section-ever scene and screamed, "What the WHAT??"
And she reassured me that despite the fact that he was indeed draining every drop of energy out of me like a hybrid-vampire-baby, the Pea was not actually a hybrid-vampire-baby. (He was, however, 10 freaking pounds at birth.)
And then the Pea arrived and he didn't sleep a lot. Which meant I didn't sleep a lot. And he was ten pounds, which meant he wanted to eat ALL THE TIME.
So I picked up another YA book while I was feeding him.
And I loved that one. And another. And another.
I loved the pace. I loved the energy and the undercurrent of hope.
Then I said, "Hey, I've always had story ideas swirling around in my head...what if I actually tried to write a book?"
So I did.
And, that, dear friends, is why I love YA.
Also, I love Beth Revis. And I love Beth Revis's books.
And I LOVE her giveaways.