3) The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster: I do not like math, but this fantasy novel about a world of mathematic principles (it's kind of hard to explain) is very funny and fun to read.
There are more, of course. I'm beginning to see patterns in my reading from younger years. Why was I so enamoured with these heavy coming-of-age novels? There were abusive parents, poverty, death, identity issues, on and on. And I know the adult equivalents of these - you know, the books that read "Sarah thinks her life is perfect until a tragic accident and her husband's death causes her to re-examine the life she loves and to consider the possibilities...." I put these back down in a hurry - why is teen angst appealing, but adult angst is just depressing? Thoughts? Anyone? It's a problem. With the young adult novels, I would pick up anything on the shelf at the library and read it. Now with books for grown-ups, I scan the back, read the first paragraph, ponder and debate and still generally end up hating everything I get from the library. It has gotten so bad that I hardly read fiction at all - there is so much drivel out there. And it is all so depressing. The "good" books, the ones that win Pulitzers and National Book Awards are generally boring and depressing and bleak. The "popular" books are just awful and depressing and maudlin - Nicholas Sparks, Jodi Picoult, yikes.
I would like to grow up, but the young adult books are much more satisfying.
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