Is it even a fault to feel forever 18? If my worst fault is that I have never grown up, I’m a very happy camper indeed. I blame young adult fiction. It’s an escape that can place me immediately into my teen years simply by reading.

Remember the old days when you had to be courageous to read teen fiction. I can still remember being in my thirties and reading the teen stuff at home so nobody else would know my preference. I refer to that time as the dark ages. Thankfully, with the advent of digital books comes a greater ability to hide what one is reading. I can now read young adult fiction on the subway, in the street, at Starbucks. It’s liberating!

Wait? I also relaxed the way I feel about YA fiction. Frankly, I don’t give a damn who knows what I’m reading. Life is too…