All this talk about YA and Middle School got me thinking about the books I read as a child. I think I was in 5th grade when I discovered Sweet Valley High books. My Girl Scout troop had a small library that we stocked with the books we all wanted to trade. I gave up the classics my mother and father had me reading. In exchange I discovered my first reading addiction. Do not ask me what I loved. I suspect it was a lot like the few months I consumed the Twilight books. It was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of. I was just too young to know how bad it was.
This is how bad it got: I got caught reading a book in school during a lesson. My teacher was so unhappy that I was reading because I was not doing so well in my classes. She convinced my parents to take me off some extra curricular activities. I was 12 at the time. Never in my life before or since has reading gotten me into trouble. I maintain it was the teacher’s fault. She was the worst. She was old and mean and completely out of touch. Based on my memories, I expect she was in her late-50s or early 60s. My mother, now in her mid-60s still looks younger than my memory of that teacher.
I stopped reading Sweet Valley High after that incident. When I detox, I commit to it. I had hits, but never got as obsessed with SVH again. I did read a few of the Sweet Valley Twins books (my sister read a few of those and I grabbed her copies), but nothing from this universe has since peaked my interest like the original series. Even today I can’t see a Fiat Spider without thinking of Elizabeth and Jessica. I did recently get a copy of the first book. I know there are more current