![]() ![]() ![]() Yet even though I can’t quite cop to the “we never stopped reading” part of the title of this book by Lizzie Skurnick, those books I read over and over at age 11 or so are imprinted in my brain. I might pick up a highly recommended new YA book by the likes of Maggie Stiefvater or Diane Wynne Jones or an esteemed classic by Susan Cooper but those particular books that got me through my preteen years have remained in my past. ![]() ![]() And although I continued to reread this books throughout high school, I too stopped reading these books when I became an adult. From what I remember, these weren’t books that adults typically read, unless they were librarians, teachers, or curious parents. Books by Ellen Conford, Lois Duncan, Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume, and Willo Davis Roberts in her Sunfire-writing days. Dalton and Waldenbooks at the mall in the early 1980s and the ones featured in the Scholastic book catalog-the books I read when I wasn’t quite a teenager but wildly curious about what being a teenager would be like. Somehow in my recent Internet wanderings I stumbled on a blog (the link now lost to me) that was devoted to old-school young adult and middle grade books, the kinds of books I found in the small young adult section at the B. ![]()
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