I read this book When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead in two nights which isn’t at all impressive because it’s young adult fiction. The only reason I read it is because it came highly recommended by adults and it won the Newbery Medal. Yeah, I’m a sucker for award-winning literature. Helps me when it comes to making decisions with the vast quantity of good books out there.
I hated it.
This plays to my theory that there is something for everyone and writers should not get discouraged. Someone out there is really going to relate to you and love what you write. For me, the prose flowed fine, but I couldn’t relate to any of the characters, and the plot was confusing. If I were a kid, I’d promptly bring the book back to the library in exchange for Anne of Green Gables, Little House on the Prairie, or even Sweet Valley High.
I’m curious as to how children’s literature has evolved through the years. If this is it, then I’m glad I’m an adult.