In Defence of the Love Triangle
In a recent, popular book newsletter, I saw an article ditching some regular features of YA lit, one of them being the love triangle.
Now, don’t get me wrong, a mushy, wind-swept snog-fest that tries to make up for a poor plot and bland characters should be tossed overboard. And quickly. Those who’ve survived the teen, hormonal-fuelled hurricane are not particularly interested in being dragged back into the fury of the storm; those in the middle of the tempest cannot wait for safe harbour.
Does she, or doesn’t she? He loves me, he loves me not?
In small doses, this thundershower of emotional upheaval shines the flashlight on the turbulent realities that we face during this coming-of-age time of life. Ploughing through page after page after page of relational squall, ad nauseam? Who wants to end up seasick?! Shipwrecked?