Why I Can't Relate to YA: Celebrating 18 Years of Dreams and Displacement

Today, I turned 18.

This means a variety of things - one, I will face much harsher ramifications should I ever entangle myself in something on the wrong side of the law; two, I'm now able to buy things like scissors, razor blades and glue sticks that I was not considered responsible enough to wield yesterday; and three . . . I'm an adult.

In the eyes of society, the law, and the planet at large - I am an adult. And now that I am an adult, I must leave the world of childhood behind, embark the greater journey of life, fulfil conventional expectations of having a career, producing offspring, and entering into the slow biological breakdown that will eventually require legal documentation to prevent the aforementioned offspring fighting to the death over whatever possessions I may leave behind me.

I'm still waiting for the memo on that, but I'm pretty sure that's the gist of it.

However, during my ten-minute existential crisis upon waking up with this realisation in my head, I began to wonder what I left behind as the official constitution of my now complete "childhood".

Inevitably, my thoughts turned to books. The books I remembered from various stages of my life, the ones that had piqued interests and raised questions and shaped me into the person I am today.

And I realised something odd. There were not many "Young Adult" books on that list.

Admittedly, as the child whose reading age broke the scale at eight, I wasn't overmuch surprised by this, but it did get me thinking. I've read a lot of YA in my time - heck, I wrote and published a YA book! - but, for some reason, there aren't a lot of books from that range that have stuck with me.

Lying there in the dim pre-dawn of new adulthood, dwelling on this conundrum, I finally realised why.

The Young Adult demographic is very specific, and thus it is incredibly sensitive to the sort of themes and topics it will bring up to best engage with that age group. Taking a "young adult" to mean someone between fifteen and seventeen (just off the cuff, I'm not aware of any official figures), we're looking at people who don't yet have the life experience and range of possibilities that adults do, but are probably starting to develop an awareness and interest in those possibilities, as well as a keen-ness to explore them.

Thus it's no wonder that many YA novels feature themes that such people can relate to, and one of the biggest is a desire for elsewhere. I can't remember many YA protagonists who weren't interested in places and worlds beyond theirs, who wanted travel and experience, who faced challenges of displacement and adaptation to new places and people. There's a good reason every other hero or heroine is the "new boy/girl in town".

There, I realised, was my problem. These people yearned for things - travel, new places, new people - that I encountered regularly. Bi-annually, practically. I find it incredibly hard to find the romance and attraction in something that has been a part of my life since before I can properly remember it. What's worse, I have very little sympathy for those characters who make a big deal out of it - those wretched moody teens who spend the first week in a new place brooding in their room because they don't like the new place, all the neighbours are dweebs, no one understands them, nyeh nyeh nyeh, my life sucks, sympathise with me. Tough cookies, kid - get up and get on with it. I deal with it, why shouldn't you?

It's a little hard to engage with a story you've already lived out thirteen times.

I reckon this also explains another strange readerly quirk of mine - I find it hard to engage with younger characters. This issue wasn't so bad when I was younger, because the focus was usually on some other aspect, outside the 'coming of age' dynamic, but as I got older I became more and more aware of the fact that these characters were all aiming for things that I already knew about. Their subjects of fascination were my reality, their 'normality' that one thing I had never experienced for proper.

Perhaps that's why, to this day, I still find it easier to bond with adult characters. They don't focus as much on unfulfilled burning ambitions for a romanticised ideal of travel, and their stories don't, in turn, focus on a 'fish out of water', 'coming of age' arc. These characters had other concerns, many of which I  hadn't felt before, but at the same time their extra life-experience gave me extra grounds for sympathy - I could relate to and engage with someone for whom upheaval was a regular occurrence much better than I could with someone going through it for the first time, whining and all.

Now, that doesn't mean to say I feel deprived - I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's, cardboard boxes, culture shocks and all - but nevertheless, I feel like I'm not the only oft-displaced youngster who's felt a similar disconnection to the multitudes of conventional 'everyday' narrators of YA. What's more, I think this is a silly oversight - kids like me who constantly face the loss of friends, unfamiliar environments, and horrifically long plane flights, will often be of a greater inclination to turn to books for familiarity and comfort. I can't name a town or country of origin, but I can tell you a hundred and one fictional worlds that remain just as much 'home' to me as my current postal address.

An unconventional background has, by no means, alienated me entirely from YA - and doubtless the same is true for the other countless battalions of others like me. Nevertheless, it just goes to show how much bearing one's life experience can have on one's relationship with such a demographic-specific grouping as YA.

What about all of you? What do you think of the relationship between life experience engagement with a narrative? Are there any themes that you, like me, avoid due to either apathy or over-familiarity? Leave a comment, and let me know!

Who knows - commenters might even get a share of my birthday cake.

~ Charley R

Notebook Sisters' "Pass the Parcel" Party game!

It's less than a month until my fateful 18th birthday comes around and, while the last hope that my awkwardness will be explained either by obscure prophetic revelations or a revealed genetic relation to some fantastic supernatural creature, the prospect is slightly terrifying.

Luckily for me, the Notebook Sisters are putting on a month of awesome interviews, games and contests, which makes just about everything better. Speaking of which, you totally shouldn't go on over and check it out. Namely because I want to win all the prizes myself.

In lieu of this extreme competitiveness, and the fast-approaching shadow of adulthood, I have pitched myself face-first into today's fabulous game of Pass the Parcel - which does not so much involve parcels as ten questions about the best thing in life after oxygen and chocolate. Books.

1. Name your top 5 favourite YA authors!

I have to confess, I'm not a great reader of the YA genre, nor am I entirely sure exactly what defines it, but some of my favourite authors who seem to appear frequently in reference to it include:

- Laini Taylor (she and her gorgeous prose have manged to both simultaneously tittilate and slaughter my emotions on multiple occasions)

- Holly Black (see above, but with fairies)

- Garth Nix (I blame his Abhorsen series for my twitchiness at the sound of bells)

- Cornelia Funke (if any books confirmed that I wanted to be an author, her Inkheart saga were them)

- Suzanne Collins (because I'm still not over it, and I never will be)

2. What's the last YA book you read and what did you think of it?

The last truly YA book I read was Days of Blood and Starlight, by Laini Taylor. The fact that it took me half an hour to re-adjust to the normal world at the end of it should be testament to its effect on the remains of my humanity.

3. What's your favourite YA genre? (Dystopian, romance, sci-fi, contemporary, etc.)

I'm not so much picky about the genre as I am about the story arc. It can be any genre it likes, but if I see one more "ordinary boy/girl meets mysterious boy/girl and discovers their destiny is to be the biggest cliche' the world has ever known" story arc, I'm going to start eating puppies.

4. Let's talk characters! Pick a character you love and tell us why?

Anyone who says Dustfinger from Cornelia Funke's Inkheart books wasn't the best character is lying. Not only does he breathe fire, terrorise the bad guys, and steal things just because he can, he is also capable of making you want to strangle him, and then causing you to break down and cry in the very next chapter. By turns vulnerable, loyal, manipulative, and more cunning than a box full of the world's assorted foxes, you'll probably find yourself loving him before you even mean to.

5. Top YA villain?

Dolores Umbridge, from the Harry Potter series. Because how one bundle of fluffy pink toxicity inspired such rage-fuelled plans for assassinations that would probably warrant me being incarcerated in a mental institution remains one of my life's greatest mysteries.

6. Top YA couple?

Karou and Akiva, from Laini Taylor's Daughter of Smoke and Bone saga. I'm not normally the first reader to be affected by romance, but these two are so achingly sad and sweet that I don't know how my tear ducts are still functioning.

7. With dystopian on the decline, what do you think will be the next hot-trend in YA?

I can't say - we've been through the supernatural critter stage, and now dystopian, but given the genre's breadth and flexibility, it could start centering its plots on the lives of sentient sea cucumbers for all I know!

8. What's the next YA book on your to-be-read pile?

The funny thing is, there doesn't seem to be one. The genre doesn't hold a massive amount of interest for me any more, especially since I never stayed in it for long. The wider world has got me, and my reading list, between its teeth, and it doesn't look like it wants to let go any time soon.

9. What's the fastest time you've ever finished reading a book in? (And what was the book?!)

I finished a book called Black Swan Green in under two hours. It was my brother's set text for his English lesson at school. I still like to gloat over the fact that it took him two weeks against my two hours.

10. (And now for the burning question) Do you think books should be sorted according to colour or title? (This matters.)

I can't say I follow either of those methods. I always put my series together - even if I do have one book whose cover is different from the others, which happens so woefully often it's a wonder I'm still sane - but other than that, it's simply a matter of where they fit on my bookshelf, and what else I have to evict to fit them in.

~ Charley R