So I’m just a few weeks out from the end of spring semester, and my YA lit class is closing in on our eleventh novel for the semester. If I had to vote–and I don’t know why I would–I would say that Shine by Lauren Myracle yielded the best discussion, even though a lot of the students weren’t crazy about it.
I read all of the books (except two) for the second (or third or fourth) time, and I think the one I enjoyed the most this time around was The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart. I forgot how funny that book is.
My students’ favorite–based on my nonscientific study, which involved studying their facial expressions in class and reading their weekly responses–seemed to be The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. We’ll see if Neil Gaiman or Clive Barker can unseat Alexie.
My latest task, which I’ve been neglecting, is selecting books for a summer creative writing class. I need a good YA book that deals with angst, preferably in a funny way. It’s ridiculous to think that it’s only March, and I’m probably already behind on my summer schedule. I better go watch Downton Abbey until I forget about that.