I like books written for younger people because–even the post-apocalyptic, gritty, life-is-awful ones–tend to have at least a hint of faith that, no matter how bad things get, there’s always a chance they’ll get better. The good guys usually win, people are redeemed, life changes for the better.
Nice article looking at why more adults seem to enjoy reading children’s fiction at the moment. I understand the sentiment here, but I’m not completely convinced.
In almost every tragedy there is hope, and good fiction demonstrates that better than almost any other genre, format, platform, whatever.
Surely part of the beauty of reading a good book is not knowing what happens at the end.
It’s one thing wanting the good guys to win, but if you know it’s going to happen, where’s the fun in that?
