I have read every YA novel in the world. Not really (I’m just a person, after all), but sometimes it feels as if I have because there are some weirdly specific things that happen in just about all of them. (Also, I like to PRETEND I’ve read every YA novel in the world because the truth—that it’s impossible to read them all, and I will die leaving some unread—is just too painful. Better to stick with denial.)
I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m hating on YA (a genre that gets the lion’s share of hate already) because I’m not! I love YA. I love it like Oscar Wilde loved silk cravats or Charles Dickens loved run-on sentences. The only reason I bring this up is because I see this stuff CONSTANTLY, and I feel like we can do better.