How is this possible? When did I start becoming so discriminating and picky? I used to be able to devour tripe in one sitting.
But now my brain is so demanding!
It actually wants a decent and non-predictable plot. It craves engaging protagonists who are neither whiny nor angsty nor Mary Sue-y. It’s developed a radar for subpar writing and clunky turns of phrases.
And you know what that means, right? It means my library of must-read YA novels has dwindled significantly from when I started building it. It was a thing of beauty, too. I had at least 18 in a revolving list on my library queue every month. But every month, when I acquired my stack and started perusing, I would abandon book after book within the first two chapters.
I think this is what happens from not expanding my reading genre and staying firmly in YA land. But then again, even when I did try to deviate, especially at the behest of my good friends, it just didn’t work. (Sorry, Selah. Tooth and Claw just wasn’t cutting it for me.)
So now I have several options, all of which are definitely doable this summer:
Option A: Explore more genres. I started my reading journey with Nancy Drew and mysteries and there’s no reason I can’t go back. I just need to research vetted authors.
Option B: Write my own YA novel. Now that my kiddos are older and require less supervision and attention, perhaps I’ll be allowed long periods of uninterrupted time to finally finish the several half dozen already started in my laptop.
Option C: Revisit old favorites. The entire Pern series. The Belgariad. The Abhorsen trilogy. Kenneth Oppel’s Matt Cruse stories. Heck, even L.A. Meyer’s Bloody Jack series would be enough to tide me over, it being 12 books and all.
Option D: Complete pending series. DJ MacHale’s Pendragon or Jeny Nimmo’s Charlie Bone awaits. Of course, if I really want to be retro, I could go back to manga and finally finish reading the Fruits Basket collection.
Anyone wanna bet I’ll just end up doing all four options?