E. Lockhart photographed by Heather Weston.
Once upon a time, there was a king who had three beautiful daughters.
The United States may not have a monarch, but we certainly have our own royalty. From the Kennedys to the Rockefellers, privilege in America has its own mythology, involving trips to the Hamptons, elegant black-tie benefits, lacrosse games and degrees from the Ivies.
In her new novel, We Were Liars, E. Lockhart explores the dark side of that kind of wealth. The book centers on the Sinclairs ...
We track the trends
Isabel Quintero photographed by Rheanna Marchman Smith.
2014 marks a turning point in commercial teen fiction, the gloomy, often poorly realized post-apocalyptic dystopia yielding to the slick teen thriller. Peeking ahead into 2015, it’s astonishing how many variations I see on the political and/or crime novel. Get ready.
Perhaps not surprisingly, given the formulaic natures of both beasts, there are few examples of either among the Best Teen Books of 2014. Alaya Dawn Johnson’s Love Is the Drug stands out as a sophisticated and stylish bio-thriller ...
But will the sequel be as good as the first book?
E. K. Johnston photographed by Sarah Oughton.
I actually squealed when I opened the box: Inside were two galleys of Prairie Fire, by E.K. Johnston. My glee stemmed from two sources. First, OMG, it’s a sequel to my favorite book of 2014! And second, it gives me a chance to talk about said favorite book one more time.
All year long, ever since last December, when I read The Story of Owen: Dragon Slayer of Trondheim, I have had an easy answer to a sometimes-difficult question ...
Meg Wolitzer photographed by Nina Subin.
Meg Wolitzer was introduced to The Bell Jar by a smart friend at age 15.
“I remember reading it on a train and being so caught up by the inevitability of it, because I knew Plath had committed suicide,” Wolitzer says. “There are some books that, once you know what they’re about, there’s like a rope that’s pulling you through. Some of the books that I love cause great unease... and certainly The Bell Jar does, not just because ...
Carl Hiaasen photographed by Tim Chapman.
Carl Hiaasen grew up in a Florida without superhighways, high-speed fiber-optic cable or 19 million neighbors.
“It was basically swamp and Everglades, and I spent my childhood afternoons and weekends outdoors, fishing, and couldn’t imagine a happier place to be,” says Hiaasen, the New York Times best-selling author of an abundance of punchy capers thick with Floridian pride and preservationist admonition (Star Island, Bad Monkey, Strip Tease).
“I think we never escape our childhood, for better or for worse ...
There’s a school of thought in literary criticism that maintains that it’s impossible to understand an author’s intent—it’s actually called the “intentional fallacy.” As a book critic, I mostly subscribe to it; to me, what the author may have been trying to do is a lot less important than what the book actually does and how readers might understand it. But as I was reading Scott Westerfeld’s Afterworlds, I found myself desperate to understand his intent in writing it ...
Jandy Nelson photographed by Craig Line.
The twin protagonists of Jandy Nelson’s I’ll Give You the Sun are bursting with artistic potential and emotion and insight and desire that’s absolutely dazzling. Noah and Jude Sweetwine, at times so close they’re NoahandJude, are two of the brightest lights in YA fiction—which makes it especially curious that Nelson wrote their story in the dark.
What’s up with that?
Nelson laughs and says, “This sounds very strange, but it’s out, so I will go into it: I wrote my ...
Paige Rawl photographed by Polina Osherov.
Paige Rawl has just finished her first year at Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana, has just released her memoir, Positive, and, when I call her, is recovering from the heart surgery she underwent just several days ago. “For an ablation,” Rawl says, clarifying the cardiovascular term for correcting a high, abnormal heart rate. She giggles as she says she’s not allowed to lift anything over 10 pounds for two weeks. I can only think that most people, myself ...