Alright, now that we’ve dabbled briefly in some of the more conventional fantasy (sort of), let’s get to the good stuff. Let’s talk about that enduring staple of fantasy fiction: the dragon.
First, let’s start off with a quick survey: how many of you saw the movie Pacific Rim over the summer? If you didn’t, now’s your chance: the DVD/Blu-Ray got released a couple of days ago. And there’s really no reason not to. Not only is this movie is an excellent piece of original science fiction, it’s well-written, well-acted, and genuinely entertaining to watch. Even if you don’t think giant robots beating up giant aliens is for you, this movie will make you a convert.
So I stumbled across a rather interesting new book the other day, The Scorpio Races. It’s not something I would have necessarily picked out for myself, but I saw a recommendation post that spoke highly of it, so I decided to give it a go. It’s a pretty good story so far, but what I find most interesting about it is that by most accounts, this book is classified as young adult fiction.
Now, I’m certainly not old by any stretch of the imagination, but it seems more and more like I am slipping out of the age bracket that young adult fiction is written for. But I don’t want to. Although I’m starting to feel like a bit of a creep when I do so, I find just as many interesting titles in the young adult section as in the “adult” fantasy section in the bookstore, if not more. It’s an incredibly versatile genre, and for my money, one that is far less prone to the stagnation of imagination that I’m beginning to see in works marketed strictly to those 18 and up.
So here’s my question: when do you become too old to read young adult fiction?
In my mind, the answer is never. I’m not going to let an arbitrary label stand in the way of some of the best fiction out there.
If you need an introduction to the fantastic but aren’t quite brave enough to dive straight into wizards and dragons, this book is a great place to start.