A couple of weeks ago, Daniel Radcliff made a joke on Saturday Night Live about adults reading children’s books. While I’m sure it was to get a laugh from the SNL viewers, that statement reflects the type of thinking among some readers.
Last August, I read Suzanne Collin’s Hunger Games trilogy, which deals largely with children being forced to fight to the death on national television. Although, the main character was a 16-year-old girl living in the post-apocalyptic ruins of North America, I, as a 22-year-old guy could relate to the character in some ways. A couple of weeks ago, in the grocery store, I started up a conversation with a guy in his fifties who, along with his wife, was reading the second Hunger Games book.
He said one of the things he loved about the book was the main character’s unrelenting devotion to her family.
Of course, we all know the Twilight franchise has its legion of female fans, a great portion of them being mothers and grandmothers themselves. There is nothing wrong with that.
The young-adult literature being written today is some of the most engaging, thought provoking, and well-written pieces of work in the publishing industry.
Even the Harry Potter series, which many say kicked off this explosion of well-written stories aimed primarily at teenagers, has themes within it that only older readers would recognize.
In my opinion, readers shouldn’t be limited to what they read because of their age. I am pretty sure that when a writer sits down to create their story world and its characters, they are hoping it reaches as many people as possible, across all age lines.
They are hoping it makes anyone and everyone who reads it think and reflect on some of the things in their own lives.
At the end of the day, people are welcome to read what they want. And shouldn’t have to face criticisms for doing so.