Yeah, I reread The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and The Magicians Nephew not too long ago (probably a few years) and was surprised at how well it's held up. Likewise The Rats of NIMH, The Peace War and Devil On My Back.
That said, even some of my favourite authors turned to YA fiction when it was peaking in popularity and profitability.
Jon Courtenay Grimwwod did a vampire series which was a bit like Twilight crossed with historical fiction (set in Venice). Tried the first one, but found it unreadable.
Paolo Bacigalupi did a YA series set in a post-environmental apocalypse (it seems to be his thing), which I did find enjoyable, but the YA tropes and main characters still grated (it was saved by the world building). Not a patch on Windup Girl or The Water Knife.
I was also surprised Chine Mieville did a YA steampunk called Railsea, which was pretty good (short though, might be a novella), and Alastair Reynolds did one called Revenger, which could have avoided the YA label if it hadn't won awards for "Best YA Novel".
WARNING: AN EMOTIONAL ASS LOVE LETTER TO THE War Room.
I might check Railsea. If I may ask what books would you say define your youth? (this extends to all the loungers.
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@HereticBD I really would like to know this from y'all)
I read a lot, but I find that page turning anticipation of fiction kind of lost from modern literature. It's honestly one of the saddest parts of the internet age, a words worth is almost meaningless now. It's so sad to me. In my studies I came across a letter that was almost hard to believe. (I got the book off the shelf for this)
Of course.. it's Zinn, in reference to free educated black children in the North about slavery in the south. This is a quote from a free black girl, knowing what was happening down south. Just listen, a seven year old, I swear we've lost the meaning of speech and it's going to take incredible writers to bring it back, or at least aspiring writers to suffer for it, anyway her words..
" Dear schoolmates, we are going next summer to buy a farm and to work part of the day and to study the other part if we live to see it and come home part of the day to see our mothers and sisters and cousins if we got any and see our kind folks and to be good boys and when we get a man to get the poor slaves from bondage. And I am sorrow to hear that the boat... went down with 200 poor slaves from up the river. Oh how sorrow I am to hear that. It grieves my heart so that I could faint in one minute."
Brilliant isn't it? "Grieves my heart so", the weight of it. I used to get beat up by a cunty stepmother for over ten years, who couldn't read, because big words made me sound like a "f*ggot" but yet. I know this sounds rather pathetic, but I want you guys to know. I've had a really rough go of it since this started. I worked really hard, I quit living a life on the road, I lived my life my way, found a wonderful job, have a beautiful apartment, even, for the first time in my life had savings. Those were drained so quickly, I saved my money with the unemployment, first time in my life I ever took a handout, after all I'm a man who survived only on bus fare and doing a show three states over for a slice of pizza, because that was my life. I finally found a home.What a live I've lead, but God did it feel good to have a home. Not a friends couch in a random state headlining a show I spent $100 to get drooling against the window of a greyhound watchin Texas turn to Colorado. A real home. A beautiful decorated apartment. The last of my savings is gone now but I'm not too afraid. Truth be told I'm not good at being an adult, I was stoked to finally learn, even though I'm fucking thirty two (an age I never thought I'd reach mind you)
Anyway, I just want to let you guys know that you've been my saving grace, and I really want to write this dumbass millenial manifesto thing, but I'm glad I know y'all, and you guys inspire the fuck outt of me. Sorry for another long winded post but... yeah. I'm a bit lost right now and it makes me very upset.