You think this post is about something miraculous, don’t you?
Like Juviderm or Botox.
Or maybe a little nip, tuck and lots of Red Bull and vodka.
Not really, though some of those things have crossed my mind. Things are sagging, people.
It’s more along the lines of reading Young Adult books which I’ve been doing lately. Is it because I want to write in that genre? Not specifically, though it does have appeal. But it’s more about the freshness of the writing…the way the voice of these authors speak to me.
Or maybe it’s because the characters don’t pay bills, wipe up spit up, deal with mother-in-laws or worry about the size of a forthcoming diamond…in other words, it’s pure escapism. So, that’s what I’ve been reading lately, starting with the Hunger Games trilogy. Oh, I tried to ignore it. Once something is uber populer, I lose interest. I can’t even believe I carry a Coach purse. Shudder. It was a lapse in judgment. And when everyone started throwing up fleur de lis all over their walls, I threw mine in a closet. Twilight? Pfff. As if. But somehow that first book of the Hunger Games ended up in my hand when I was rearranging the oldest child’s bookshelf, aka trying to find crap underneath more crap, and I made the mistake of reading the first few pages.
Totally sucked in. So I read it. Then I read the second one. Okay, more like devoured them. I loved it. Couldn’t believe it either. Dystopian world? Um, so not me, but I totally bought into it, even loved Katniss and her tough, practicial, nearly uncaring demeanor.
So I was in Sam’s Club today wasting time with my Dad (because that’s his favorite place to go…he always needs toilet paper) and I see Becca Fizpatrick’s hush, hush. I’ve seen it around, heard people talk about it in some reverant hushed whisper of greatness (sorry, couldn’t resist) and I picked it up.
Um, it went in my basket. Yep. Sitting right beside me, and I can’t figure out why. Fallen angels? Do I wear black eyeliner and lust after Johnny Depp or that pale dude from Twilight. Hell, no. But there it was sitting in the seat where a baby would normally sit, staring back at me with its arching dark angel falling against an angsty charcoal sky. And all I can figure out is that the voice, the very fresh, sarcastic tone grabbed me by the throat and forced me to shell out $6.48 which I had intended to go toward fruit rollups. Sorry, kids, Mom found a fallen angel and a first paragraph with a naked Ken and Barbie taped to the Sex Ed. white board.
So, what about you? Have you read Twilight? The Hunger Games? hush, hush? What other YA books have tickled your fancy and made you forego a Salted Caramel Mocha for a visit back to the halls of your youth?