Am I digressing as an adult because I reread Twilight and found Bella less annoying? I sure hope not. Am I channeling my seventh grade self and diving into Young Adulthood fiction? I sure am! This has become my recent obsession. I was actually at the Library with my friend Stephanie yesterday when a woman of about forty asked for a book recommendation. I sheepishly explained to her I haven't read about a character over the age of eight-teen in a few months. I mentioned some of my recent favorites: Divergent, Insurgent, Delirium and, of course, Hunger Games. Her face lit up and just when I thought I wasn't alone she explained to me how her son loved Divergent but she had to push him to finish Insurgent. Being that she was in the position to "push" her son to read I'm guessing he was about thirteen. Only twelve years younger than I, imagine that! I smiled sympathetically while slipping into the "Young Adult" room, which looked more like Binkies Homework Playroom, with Stephanie. Thankfully we found Hunger Games for her to borrow but unfortunately Beautiful Creatures was all checked out. 

It's true; I'm a twenty-five-year-old who just recently discovered the self-indulgent world of young Adult Fiction. I'm telling you, these books are page-turners. And they aren't all about insecure girls falling for over controlling bloodsuckers. Some of the females, like Tris in Divergent, are quite complex. I'm not saying these books are elevating my soul and making me a more worldly person. But they are fun. And didn't our teachers always try to convince us reading was fun? Of course I have not given up on the classics or the books that are sure to become classics in twenty years. In fact my two friends and I have formed a lil' book club to help expand our reading horizons. One of them is even a guy who would never dream of letting "Team Edward" anywhere near our club. 1984 is first on the list (I of course will be reading Beautiful Creatures on the side) stay tuned to see how I like both.