I love to read and write YA books, even though I'm not a young adult. In fact, I'm old enough to have two young adult offspring lazing around the house and oozing their erratic hormones all over everything. But as old as I am, and despite what my kids believe, I can still remember being a teenager. I can remember every crush I had, every teen idol I worshiped, every thrilling kiss, and touch, and make-out session. And I can also remember the reality of the thing. The awkward grunge of it all. And so I thought I might offer a comparison of the fiction portrayal of teen romance versus the reality of teen romance.
Want to read more: Check out my guest blog post on Patricia's Stotley's blog HERE.