Last week, it came up in conversation with someone that I was a book blogger. So, naturally, her next question was: “What are some of your favourite YA books?” I had a total “deer in headlights” moment. Favourite books? Uhh.. well, surely I have some. Surely. I must. I read so many, there must be some that stand out and stick with me… right? They’re going to come to me any moment now. Aaaaany moment.
But I completely blanked on anything else. It’s like I’d forgotten every single book I read in the whole world. I feel like reading 100+ books a year has caused so many of them to blend together in my mind. I may read a book and think, “Wow, this was amazing! It’s one of my new favourites!” But later, when I’m trying to recall those “favourite” books, I totally blank.