Very well stated article by Kelly Barnhill. It saddens me a lot when adults dismiss YA literature out of hand. So much good stuff out there.
There have been over the last few months – and I’m sure you’ve seen them – articles circulating. Perhaps you read one in The New Yorker. Perhaps you saw an enraged discussion on Twitter. Perhaps you saw a delightful evisceration or a snarky confrontation on Tumblr. In any case, the format has been the same – some stuffy grownup laments in a poorly-thought-out article about the State of Reading. Adults are reading books for children! Oh, Woe!Children are reading books that they actually enjoy! Oh, Fie!People are reading books that I do not enjoy and do not match this ascot! Gracious, gracious me! The world, it would seem, is on its way to an unpleasant destination after being tucked into this cozy handbasket.
And the concern has been palpable. “If,” one pundit posed, “American adults only read five novels a year, shouldn’t those books be at their…
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