Good news on the readership front
Friday, May 16th, 2008I just posted a news item (click on news and scroll down to May 16) about the so-called YA (young adult) reader, readers age 12-18. Ask me, that’s a pretty vast gulf in readers. What appeals to most 12-year-olds is unlikely to appeal to most 18-year-olds. But it’s a growing segment, much to the delight of book publishers everywhere. And they’re starting to cater to the YA crowd, finding talented writers, setting up book groups and library/bookstore sections devoted to YA readers.
As I noted in the news feed, “The Kids Are Alright,” shamelessly stealing the phrase from The Who — one of my favorite all-time bands, by the way. Other faves are the Beatles, Stones, Led Zep, U2, R.E.M., (Akron’s own) The Black Keys, the White Stripes, and a quirky bunch out of Canada, The Arcade Fire. But I digress.
The feed quoted a recent Newsweek story about the resurgent YA book sector, and while that’s kind of biz-oriented, the real story is that teens are ignoring all the hand-wringing that nobody reads anymore, that we’re raising a generation video game zombies and that this country’s going to hell in a handbasket! Well, the kids are reading. At least some of them are, and they’re reading a lot.
Exhibit A: My son, Matt, who turns 13 in June, plowed through the entire Harry Potter series in two weeks. It was spring break. How much of it he absorbed, I can’t say. But still. There are times we have to pry the PlayStation controls out of his clenched hands to get him back to reading. Ya do what ya gotta do. Daughter Lindsey, 9, is following suit. She just finished her first Harry Potter book.
But it’s not just Harry. Matt loved the Series of Unfortunate Events, following the endless series of disasters bestowed upon the Beaudelaire children. He’s into the Chronicles of Narnia (yes , we plan to see the second movie, which is getting good reviews).
My wife, DeAnne, is especially persistent in making sure the kids read, and early on we read to them.
Curiously, my boy, the son of a writer, doesn’t much care for writing. Which kills me, of course. Then again, why would he want to follow in a family biz that had me working nights, weekends and holidays, and then laid me off? Maybe he’s the smart one.
Damn you, muse!! Damn youuuuuuuuuu!


This beach book is the kind of quick, absorbing read that goes down as easily as a glass of iced lemonade (double sugar) after a day in the sun. But that’s not to say author Jan Goldstein doesn’t try to insert some serious issues into the bathos. At book signings, Goldstein has learned that the novel resonates with readers whose lives have been touched by Alzheimer’s and those raising teen-agers, he says.




