Years ago, I read and reviewed a lot of Young Adults fiction. Most of it isn’t fit to line a bird cage. I have not yet figured out why that should be… unless it has a sinister purpose. Wouldn’t put it past ’em.
Anyway, here’s one of those books I hoped to help teen readers avoid.
I don’t know which is worse–giving all the characters in your book these trendy names that nobody has in real life, except maybe porn stars; or a not-very-intelligent adult’s efforts to write teen slang. This book has both. You will need more than one barf-bag.
I see fewer and fewer young people reading, these days; and my generation isn’t any better. Reading is going out of style.
It’s up to us to save it.