I was reading Christina Banach's blog the other day. She is the author of the successful young adult novel Minty and she is very involved in the YA community. Her blog set me thinking. When I was in my teens, I'm sure that books for teenagers and young adults didn't exist in the way the market exists today. My brother went straight from children's books to adult. One day he was reading Billy Bunter, the next he had a bookcase filled with Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein and Frank Herbert. He read nothing but science fiction for the next four years. |
My first attempt at reading an adult novel was less successful. I was in second year (what is now called Year 8) and a friend read My Theodosia. I wanted to read it too, largely because of the appealing cover illustration – I've always been a sucker for a good cover. I read the first chapter and loved it (still do), but didn't get much further, although some years later I lapped up all Anya Seton's books with enormous pleasure.
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My mum gave me PG Wodehouse books, because they had been her first grown-up reads, and I worked my way through the Jeeves and Blandings stories; and my gran gave me a huge set of Agatha Christies for my 13th birthday. I quickly found I prefered Miss Marple to Poirot and The Body in the Library has always been my favourite, though when I read Peril at End House, oh, how I wanted to be Nick Buckley! |
Until I was 14, I hopped back and forth between children's books and adult books, but the author who leap over the threshold into the world of adult reading was Victoria Holt. |
The title that turned me into an adult reader was this one – On the Night of the Seventh Moon. I came across it at school. My best friend was so engrossed in it that she spent all break-time reading instead of talking to me. Once I started reading it, I understood why. |
Oh, how I loved those Victoria Holt novels. All those creepy mansions in Cornwall! All those governesses in peril! |
Thanks to Victoria Holt, to this day I have a feeling that the heroine's being in fear for her life is a basic requirement of the climax of a novel. And when I read a book in which this doesn't feature – which, let's face it, is nearly every book – I always feel a faint sense of surprise that a book can be perfectly enjoyable without this “essential” ingredient! How about you? What were your first adult reads?
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I also had an interest in sci fi/fantasy, so along with Victoria Holt & Agatha Christie I was reading Lord of the Rings, Ursula Le Guin, and Mary Stewart's Merlin books. What fun memories you've evoked.
Thanks for this thought-provoking and most enjoyable article.
Thanks for your comments. I'm looking forward to the publication of your second Thatcham Hall novel.
Enjoying your posts very much.
I too remember the Flambards books, Jen. In fact, as an adult I haunted the local bookshop when the final one (written some years after the original trilogy) was due to be published, because I couldn't wait to find out what happened next.
The Anya Seton books seem to have been popular teen reading for quite a number of women, Cathy, though I have to admit I didn't read them until I was in my 20s.
Thank you both for dropping by.
One of my first adult reads was "Katherine" by Anya Seton which I'm sure you've read too. I loved it! The book which really stands out for me though is "A Kind of Loving" by Stan Barstow; I think that was my first really adult book and the social realism encaptured still works well.
Although YA wasn't as developed as a genre when I was growing up, I remember reading K.M. Peyton's 'Flambards' books which certainly aren't 'children's titles. I also discovered Harlequin romances as a teenager, and was dipping into the adult section of the library (guided by a wise librarian) from about the age of twelve.
The transition was so seamless for me that I don't remember my first truly 'adult' book. Indeed, I still go back and forth between adult, children's and YA books, often at the same time.