Rainbow Rowell has a very special place in my heart since the summer before having my daughter. I read Eleanor & Park and smiled like a dork the whole way through and cried at the very end like the emotional baby cooker I was. Then came Fangirl and it made me cry even more because being a twenty-something fangirl amongst a gaggle of friends who’re shedding their “teenage” identity for a boring old person with 401k and bullshit and like, mortgage or something, is just hard. But with all that said, I read the YA books with no shame and a love for her as a writer and a person. Have you seen her twitter? All pure gold!
But YA has a bad rep, always has. Most people think it’s solely for children and young adults finding their way in the world while others who are well into their 40s are diving into books like The Hunger Games, Divergent, everything John Green does that’s becoming a movie, and even Twilight (you remember that wave, we all do). And to step out of that light, Rainbow Rowell stepped out of her usual and Landline happened. It happened and … it didn’t happen well, that’s for sure.