"For me, the thrill of my book’s having been sold outlasted my confusion over its classification. Then, as the publication date approached, I received a fellowship to the MacDowell Colony in New Hampshire. One morning in the dining room, another writer asked who was publishing my book; I told her that it was Random House, and that it was being published as young adult.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That’s such a shame.”"
A) This lady was smart. She figured out a way to pitch a piece to the New York Times about her book a few weeks before it comes out in paperback. I NEED to do that.
B) I read Cures for Heartbreak and Grief Girl to Teen. We both liked Grief Girl better. It wasn't a true story masquerading as a novel - it was just a true, raw story. It was always hard in Cures for Heartbreak to figure out what was real and what was imagined, since the author seemed to have the same back story as the main character. As a result, it lost some of its punch. (Thinking like that is probably what lead to A Million Little Pieces, but whatever.)
C) Those of us who spend a lot of time in the YA world are amazed and shocked that adults don't know about it and don't respect it. Well, for many adults, there wasn't a YA world when they were growing up. It's like knowing there's such a thing as Urban Lit or Romance novels - I have some opinions, but I don't read them. Only YAs have it worse - adults don't see WHY they should read them if they are not teens.
D) Every thing I write is in the ghetto someplace: mysteries, thrillers, YAs, and now humor.
Read the essay for yourself here.