Back in December I bought the Hunger Games series of books on my Kindle because “everyone” was raving about them. When I mentioned on Facebook that I had my next month’s reading lined up, people commented that I had my next week’s reading lined up. I could not wait to start.
Then I could not wait for it to get good.
Then I was considering, “I’ve heard this story before – Romeo and Juliet meet Lord of the Flies.”
Then I was thinking, “How much longer is this book?”
Friends and acquaintances kept assuring me it would get better. It never really did.
Now they are assuring me that the next books are better than the first. I’ve paid for the books, so I will likely read them, but my expectations have diminished greatly.
I have read young adult literature for years while teaching English and afterward as a counselor. The search for new and engaging literature of merit to include in the classroom or inspire reluctant readers kept me reading and I found much worthy of recommendation. I have to carefully consider to whom I would recommend a book about teens celebrated for killing other teens.
When I make statements that I do not care for the book, people give me a most incredulous look that makes me feel I should apologize for not relishing what is popular.
Indeed, I feel like I am living in a young adult drama.
Not only is there a story in the situation. There is an entire genre – and much of it is worth reading.