Let me start off by saying that I love young adult fiction. Absolutely, LOVE IT. The teenage years are such an exciting, tumultuous time, full of hormones and rash decisions. Throw in something supernatural or just a really hot guy and you've got yourself a gripping tale.
Let me also say that I enjoy reading books that evoke a visceral response. Suspense. Urgency. Anxiety. Pain. There are some many emotions that course through me when I'm reading a good book.
Currently, I'm reading a book (which is nothing short of excellent) that makes me want to reach through the pages and throttle the protagonist. I literally want to slap her. She is so stubborn! And so stupid! And so hot headed. If she would just chill out and have a calm conversation with her male counterpart in the book, so much could be resolved. Instead she's making assumptions (which only makes an ass out of you and me- apparently this character has never heard of this before). I mean, she's possibly throwing away the love of her life! All because she won't chillax and hear this dude out! I mean come on. At this point, I don't even feel sorry for her. Go ahead, and be miserable you fictitious character, because you deserve it. That' s right. You deserve it!
And, I think that about sums it up for today.