I love young adult fiction. And I’m not the only far-from-young adult who does.
I was born during what was considered at the time the golden age of young adult fiction. By the time the genre’s popularity began to flag in 1990s, I was busy getting a degree in English Literature, so I was immersed in Shakespeare and other works not often considered YA (although, um, hello, Romeo & Juliet…). And I was not far out of actual young adulthood before Harry Potter revitalized YA fiction and sent its popularity into the stratosphere.
Even before I had my daughter, I continued to read YA. Of course, when my I was reading to a baby and toddler every day, my fiction repertoire shifted significantly younger, and I discovered a renewed love of children’s fiction, as well.