I just learned that there’s no fear in running through wet cement, as long as you’re wearing the right boots. But what will happen when everything is young adult literature, and will we still read? Remember when we were young adults, and we wouldn’t have been caught dead reading anything labeled young? Now many young adults don’t grow up with the fear of everything young, and this is a good thing. But also there’s this infantilization of the young and the young-becoming-old, and when does this end? At the next purchase, of course. I mean the next purchase. Next. And when will young adult lit be the literature of the young, rather than a branded marketing ploy helping to train the next generation of consumers to feel good about consuming? Here comes the new cement truck, filled with young adult lit, but will the foundations still stand?