So, here’s the honest truth: I’m a 12-year-old girl at heart. I love young adult romances.
I’m afraid that makes it sound like I’m all about Harlequin Romance Juniors (are there such a thing? I have no inclination to Google that phrase, but you are more than welcome to do so), and that’s not really true.
I just happen to really enjoy the romance aspect of any given YA novel. (There is no need for me to mention here that I love Twilight, right? I thought not).
Take Shannon Hale’s The Goose Girl. A fantastic book which would be great without the romance, but is even better with it.
Or The Hunger Games. Why hello love triangle. Nice to see you here; thanks for joining us.
I heard a lot of good things about Graceling, but I was ultra-motivated to read it when the back cover informed me that, in addition to “elegant, evocative prose” and the creation of a “mesmerizing world” and “death-defying adventure” there was a “heart-racing romance.” Sign me up, friends.
I just read my first Elizabeth Scott book this week (Perfect You), and I remembered how much I like a little first hand-holding. Or first date. Or first kiss.
Today, I found this blog – YA Romance Reviews – which I now pretty much love with all my heart and am forcing all my friends to go look at. Because I’m hoping they’re also twelve. Needless to say, I’m looking up holdings for all the books mentioned on the “Top 20 Couples” page at all the library branches in the state.
You don’t have to admit you love a little teen romance yourself, but I would love you forever if you did.