I usually try to keep my blog posts centered on topics far from my personal life - partially because I don't like splatting my identity across the internet - but I'll approach the Secret Life of Riley a little more closely today. Just so you know. Also, for the purposes of this post, let's say you have a female main character. It'll just simplify things.
So, I'm seventeen. We knew that already. Which means I'm about the age of most protagonists in YA lit, give or take a year or two.
I'd love to talk with you guys about teenage romance, because it's a tough chord to strike. In fact, I'd wager it's THE toughest chord to strike. The giddy flying laughing feeling of brushing your arm against his for the first time? The plunge of the stomach? So hard to recreate with honesty. I don't know for sure if that
I-know-I'm-acting-idiotic-but-I-don't-care feeling fades after teenager-land, but either way, recapturing it while doing your MC's personality justice is hard. I know - I've read enough books where the romance element makes me hate the main character, and that's obnoxious. I'm like,
I liked you so much, and now you're acting like someone whose brains have been replaced with antifreeze!
I guess I'm especially picky about romance in that I look for flaws more than positives. The more aware of a love interest's flaws a girl MC is, the more appeal the couple has for me, because it shows that the heroine has her feet on the ground, and it feels like she's falling for a real person. Probably one of the reasons I liked Kody Keplinger's THE DUFF so much was that the first thing Bianca notices about Wesley is his faults.
Also, I love to see a slow-burning romance, a la ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS. They get to know each other. Anna and St. Clair become - shock! - friends. Same with the romance element in DIVERGENT. These felt wonderful and natural to me.
There are certain elements of realism to these three examples that I just can't see in many other romances. Yes, love is blind; yes, the MC might think her boyfriend is perfect when she's in that euphoric love-state. But she can't just fall into that state like BOOM. If it does happen quickly, every second had better be mapped out so it doesn't feel sudden. Because
I haven't seen a single couple last in high school, when they started with the instant love syndrome.
Let me give you a snapshot into high school dating life, yes? The kids who start dating after three days of knowing each other are laughed at by other kids. They're scorned. People think they have no chance of lasting. And invariably,
that hypothesis is correct.
I guess a part of the fictional experience is the desire to see something like that work, and work well. But I've just never seen it done to a degree where it makes me believe it. The relationships I believe in are ones where the characters suffer to get there. They work to achieve union. They don't just waltz into it with the occasional over-convenient plot device; they don't just meet at a party, get together three days later, and get to have a perfect love.
That is not how the world I know works.
The love at first date thing isn't infrequent in high school. It happens. The thing is, I think kids all know on some level that
it's not something that's made to work. On some level, you can't fully build the structure of a healthy relationship in three days.
Like most things in a teenager's life, this knowledge is hugely influenced by family life, imo. Kids whose parents are married know the hard work that goes into long, lasting relationships. Kids whose parents might not be married anymore know the effect of a love that didn't work out. And that possibility - the possibility of failure - is
the one thing that stops me from believing a literary romance. If you don't sell me your characters as a two-person deal - if you don't make me believe that, after I turn the last page, the characters will keep loving each other and having great conversation and growing more and more interested in each other - you've lost me.
The love story cannot simply stop at "the end".
Friends - especially best friends - have an uncanny knack for knowing exactly which relationships are good for their buddies. They know which boyfriends are just in passing as opposed to those who'll last a year or more. But it's not just the friends. I think kids even know the difference when it comes to themselves. I do think the teenagers I know can stand back, look objectively at their dating situation to some level, and guess,
If I'm going to be honest, this probably won't work in the long run, but it's going to be fun while it lasts. or
This is something that could be serious.
Okay, here's my personal example: I have crushes like any girl I know. They come, they hit, they fade.
But there's someone else, one specific guy. He's always in the back of my mind. It's been about two and a half years since I fell for him - and it's almost absurd, but I can pinpoint the exact day when it happened, when I realized the extent of what I felt for him. It's agonizing, in a way, that the whole ordeal has been so distended and unrequited. I can't call it a crush. I don't feel qualified to call it love. It's just there, like an ache.
If I'm going to really believe a romance, I will feel that ache. I will feel
need beyond the usual giddiness and happiness and excitement of a crush. I will be reminded of that part of myself that can't let go of him because he's
different. Yes, I'm seventeen. Yes, I can be silly and boy-crazy. Yes, so can most girls. But if your main character's love interest is nothing more than face value - if he starts that way and continues to be defined that way - I'm sorry, but there's something fundamentally missing there.
Your character should be changed when she considers her love for that boy.
She with him should be a different character from
she without him - almost a character in and of itself, subtle and nuanced. And if the relationship is a really good one, the reader will like
she with him just as much as - or more than -
she without.
Just remember how much vulnerability there is in falling, you know? There's fear alongside the exhilaration. Don't topple into the strong-character trap - the trap of the girl who's always funny and witty and snappy and knows just what to do.
Real people are not like that. Especially not when faced with the possibility of rejection. And God knows
real teenagers are not like that.
Well, uh, that's it for me. I don't really have a fancy closer for this one. I just wanted to remind the world that teenagers aren't without self-awareness.
In other news, this will be my last post for a while. I'm descending back into blog hiatus status, to my chagrin. Just a couple more months of worrying about college ... gah ...
All the best,
Riley