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Let’s just say, there’s currently 17 books on my favourites shelf on Goodreads. However, I do remember despising November 9 by Colleen Hoover back in the day, which was especially disappointing because I’d heard so many good things about Colleen Hoover’s books. That’s where I started, and I think it’s a pretty good place to start. You’d think that when I really enjoy a book I’d read more books by that author, but actually most of the books on my favourites shelf are written by authors I’ve never read anything else by.

Is reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins as impressive as reading The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood? Opinions like ‘it’s not real literature‘ or ‘it’s meant only for teenage girls‘ are not infrequent. Of course, there is the common stereotype that reading is a teenage girl’s hobby anyway, especially with the volume of teen romances that the YA genre pumps out every year. The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner, Harry Potter, The Book Thief, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time; all amazing books, all marketed as YA, and all missed out on by so many people because of this – including young boys taught that YA (or just reading in general) is for girls, young girls taught that they should only read books with pink covers, and adults taught that YA is for kids and teenagers.

This post comes to you from Sierra @ or “Global English Editing,” an amazing service that helps authors and students alike with editing and proofreading. However, their site is so much more than this, and they have an amazing blog with really helpful advice for budding and seasoned writers alike. This article is a sort of follow on from my recent post about how reading makes you smarter. By transporting yourself to a unique world with engrossing characters each time you open a new book, you can live many different lives, making your own life much richer in the process.

Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere. Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. This is definitely a train of thought for another post, but this recent absence of YA in my life made me eager to return to the ‘founding fathers’ (of sorts) of my experience with YA. was one of the first YA contemporary novels that I ever read, back in June 2014, when I was 13 years old and inevitably entering those existential teen angst stages of life. In short, when reading about Cath, I felt like I was reading about myself – it felt like Rainbow Rowell was specifically letting me know that everything would be OK, it would all turn out OK in the end.