The Flying What??? No, I haven’t gone off the deep end, I’m still on the topic of Young Adult Literature. The Flying Burgowski is the title of my book! Well, Book One. I’m still working on the title of Book Two, and Book Three, well…I haven’t written it yet. But I can’t wait.

Yup, you got it–it’s a trilogy. And yes, it’s about someone named Burgowski who can fly. Jocelyn Burgowski. She just turned 13. No, she’s not magic–or she doesn’t think she is, anyway. She doesn’t suddenly find out she’s part of a whole magical world she never knew existed. She can suddenly just…fly. How weird would that be–everything else in your life changes, except you have this amazing power?

Would that make your life better? What a stupid question–of course it would, right? But think harder. What if you suddenly got the power of flight? How would you deal with it? Would you tell everyone? Would you want to be on TV? Or would you rather keep it a secret? Whom would you share that secret with?

A big question in determining whether a book is “Young Adult” fiction or not is the situations that occur in the book. Too much death or torture is obviously not okay for younger kids to read about. Neither is too much sex. Then there’s “bad” language…but I’ll save that for another post. Let’s talk about the death thing. When is death acceptable to readers of younger ages? Can 16 year-olds handle reading about things that would give 12 year-olds nightmares?

It depends on the reader, of course–duh. But let’s take some general examples. JK Rowling doesn’t kill off a major character until the end of her 4th Harry Potter book, and I think there’s a reason for that. When those books first came out, my older son was about the same age as Harry–11. (He even looked like him! except for the scar.) I used to read those books aloud to him and his brother. Book One had its creepy bits, but we got through ’em…still, no way would I have read something like the graveyard scene at the end of Book IV to them at that age. Nightmare city. By the time they were 13 or 14, though–no problem.

So what about The Hunger Games? That series doesn’t just include death, it FEATURES it–kids killing other kids. Not giving anything away here, it’s the whole basis of the plot! To me that goes beyond simple “death” and into the realm of “violence,” which carries a whole different set of disturbing mental images. Can 11 and 12 year-olds handle those pictures in their brains? Should they be asked to? And is seeing the movie version better or worse than reading about children slaughtered for entertainment?

Don’t get me wrong–I loved The Hunger Games, at least the first book. But I’m interested in your thoughts about if, and where, a line ought to be drawn, saying, “You go ahead and read this book, teenager, but you ten year-olds over there…wait a few years, okay?” Would that be a good idea?

In libraries it’s still called “Juvenile,” but everywhere else in the world of books you see this label: YA. It stands for Young Adult. Problem is, YA Lit seems to include everything from Judy Blume’s finding-out-about-your-adolescent-emotions books to some pretty dark, vampiry stuff, not to mention drugs, sex, and language that sounds like plain old Adult, without the Young. So what, exactly, qualifies a book as YA?

Sometimes publishers will subdivide YA into Middle Grades, meaning “Tweens”–11 and 12, I guess–but there’s still this question: what defines it? Is it a book where the main character is 12? Or one which mostly 12 year-olds read? Under that definition, the first two Harry Potter books both would and would not qualify. When those books first came out, I knew as many grownups in love with young Harry as I did kids. (I was one of ’em!)

Or maybe the definition of YA/Middle Grades is silly, and who cares? Well, I do, but only for this reason: there seem to be certain rules about what you can or can’t publish under these categories. In later posts, I’m going to examine this question, and I’m going to be asking for your input. Whether you are a young reader, a parent, a teacher, a librarian, or all of the above (?!), your opinion is valuable to me as I wend my way through the thickets of YA publication.

Stay tuned.

Bear with me here…No, there’s no actual bear–although I do have a very furry dog. Two, in fact. At some point their pictures will probably be appearing in Wing’s World. But that’s my point: I’m not there yet. I’m still figuring this whole blogging thing out. So if you’ve stumbled into Wing’s World accidentally, please excuse the randomness and mess. I’ve only just moved into my virtual “room” and am still figuring out what to put on the walls and where all the verbal furniture goes.