Lycenion et Daphnis,
Jean Eugene Buland,
I dislike this painting. I also dislike reading about adultery. Instant wall-banger. However, that's not my topic -- YA is.
Am feeling rather stupid -- not an unusual condition for me, I might add -- but I can't seen to get my mind around what YA is. Most definitions demand that the hero/ine begin (or remain) as a teen-ager and expressions like "coming of age" seem attached to the genre.
Looking over my collections of Andre Norton, Anne McCaffrey (some of the Pern and Rowan books) Mercedes Lackey ( some of the Valdemar stories) and David Eddings (Belgariad) I can see that the term YA could certainly be applied -- though I don't believe it was when the novels were first introduced.
I wonder if my enjoyment of these stories indicates that I'm entering my second childhood or -- more likely -- I never matured beyond my first. And then I wonder if all those Harlequin romances involving nubile nineteen-year olds are also now classified as YA.
Possibly the category is like porn, ie. you know it when you see it; but, for the life of me, I can't see the point and purpose of the YA designation beyond a marketing fad.
Will novels with a hero/heroine beyond the teens now be surreptitiously described as OA, as in Old Adult?
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