*It's odd to think that when I look back at this post, I'll be looking back at a certain frame of mind I had when I was 18, but anyway, here it goes.
At 14, I think I wanted the next Twilight. I wanted to read about the knight in shining armour and the boy who held doors open for the girls. I wanted to read about the Mary Sues whom I could pretend to take the place of, and I wanted to read about first love and kisses and butterflies.
At 16, I think I wanted more of what I didn't have in real life (2010 in my blog archives, if you're interested). I desperately wanted to be older, I wanted to read about older teens who weren't obsessed with freshman boys-- I wanted books with more intense relationships and family and something that felt more insightful and profound than the mundane routine of high school. I still wanted the swoony boy, but I wanted a complex, moody swoony boy. Oh how I look back fondly at those years, I feel a part of me is still 16.
At 18, which is how old I am now, I know want a different type of book. I've found a niche in contemporary YA fiction, but I'm looking more and more for upper YA books, for the New Adult titles I have yet to really immerse myself in. I'm looking for real relationships-- I'm admittedly getting sick of the "one true love" type thing, I want to read about break-ups and people's lives moving on and leaving people who were once important behind. I'm no longer the biggest fan of the protagonist finding the guy in high school. I want to read about how bad timing sometimes sucks and how sometimes you can't get the guy you want or the best things out of life. I want to read about the tougher, harder-to-swallow truths of life and the unfairness of our world and how sometimes you can be as optimistic and idealistic as you want but things won't go your way. I know, it sounds kind of morbid and depressing but it just feels as if it's been too long since I read a book that really got my frame of mind-- don't get me wrong, I'm reading fabulous books about very interesting topics, it's just that there hasn't been a book that's dug deep into my brain and felt like it was putting my thoughts onto paper. It's always something that I'm not too unfamiliar with-- the tragic past, the grief, the boy, the best friend.. give me something new. I'd like to read some of that.
And I guess we'll see what I want at 20.
And of course, I'd love to know the perfect 'you' type of book you'd like to read right now. Leave it in the comments!
*don't worry, I find it exceedingly bizarre that I'm writing a discussion post too. but it's late and I just posted it so whatevs.