It’s been awhile since we’ve talked….I am ever so sorry and I am sure you want to put me in the Bad Blogger of the Year category, to be honest, I probably deserve it. So let’s take a moment to imagine me in blogger purgatory for a min:
Great, now that we have that out of the way let’s move on, shall we?
I’ve been doing some soul searching of late since I am getting married in a few months and am gagging on my *gasp* almost late 20s status. Since when did I graduate high school almost 10 years ago? Why are my friends getting pregnant ON PURPOSE? Whoa, whoa, you bought a house? WTF! And worst of all, it’s been YEARS since I’ve gotten shamefully drunk which, above all else, shows my age.
To learn and respect one’s own alcohol tolerance is a sure sign of age.
I am bringing up these sad, adult-life points because it’s made me realize I have come to a turning point. I’m adulting every day now. Vacuuming the house 4 times a week because, ew, husky fur and wood floors DO NOT mix well. I have a well organized filing system with my bills and vet vaccinations and I have a fireproof safe for all my important legal documents. Since when did I start caring about legal anything?
And since when did I stop loving YA novels?
Since I started adulting every day it would seem. Now, let me just say that I still love me some YA-fantasy, sci-fi, dystopia, stories. But I am MUCH pickier about which one’s a choose to spend my time with. I don’t just grab the HOT HOT author’s anymore and don’t force myself to finish books I know I won’t enjoy. My time has become precious and and more valuable and thus the books I read now must have a higher caliber.
My life has revolved around reading and books since I was just a wee one and my passion for them has only grown with age. The simplicity of reading a great book is the most complicated love story one can ever experience. A great book can change you, mold you, inspire you to BE things and DO things and WANT things. A good story takes you on an adventure and when you come back to reality you aren’t the same person you were before. You’ve lived whole lives while you’ve been away. You know joy, love, death, heartache differently now.
And that, I think, is the point of this post. I love who I am and I want to experience that change when you shut the pages. But now I want a different journey. I want books that compel me differently than they did 2 years ago because that me saw the world differently. I know love, I know heartache, I know joy and passion and jealousy. I don’t want a 17-year-old to tell me about how wrenched she was when her insta-love banged another girl. I don’t care to listen to a 15-year-old’s love triangle dilemmas. I want something more. Something deeper, something that speaks to me now, as an adult.
Let’s just pump the breaks for just a minute. Now DO NOT think I am bashing YA books in any way because damn, I will still read the shit of out a good YA author (Hey Sarah J Maas!). And in no way am I turning my backs on Young Adult books forever. I just think for now, I want to expand my reading genre a bit and get to know adult fiction a little more.
I just think I am growing up a bit. That’s all.
So, in conclusion, I may not post a lot anymore (because shit, I AM an ADULT!) but when I do, you may see different kinds of books on here now. A little more complex, a little more… something.
So join me, if you want to, and let’s go get our adult fiction on!!
(BTWs, I am not that grown up because I am having a Harry Potter themed Wedding Shower!! #hellsya)