In honor of YA Week on Goodreads, I decided to really think about why I still read YA. Every time I walk into a library or a bookstore, I inevitably end up in the YA section at some point. It’s my home. I probably know the section better than those who work there at this point. But when I make it to the register/checkout desk, I start to feel like I’m being judged. I mean, I seriously don’t even look like I’m older than like, 22 at best (I get confused with my 8th grade, 13-14 year old students all the time), but there’s a little embarrassment I feel each time someone inspects my choices of reading material.
But why should I be embarrassed? Truly, what is there to be ashamed of?
When I first started getting into reading (7th/8th grade), I wasn’t reading YA. I was reading Agatha Christie…
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