I was thirteen when a novel first really blew my mind. It was The White Mountains by John Christopher, the book that begins the Tripods trilogy. Set in a future England where great three-legged monsters have taken control of the population with mind-controlling caps, it was different from anything I’d previously read. Before then, there had been endless Nancy Drews and Mallory Towers. That thrilling sci-fi masterpiece hit me at a perfect moment – when my developing brain was ready to encounter more complex plots, bigger concepts, scarier scenes.
It’s a huge privilege to write for young teens. Everything is changing for them – the way adults interact with them, their freedom to move around, their confidence and understanding of themselves. They are at their most open, their most curious, their funniest, their most enthusiastic, their most boundary-testing. When they read, and when they talk about what they read, you can almost see their minds filling and expanding. They’re hungry for excitement, horror, emotion, wild and outrageous ideas, nuance and subtlety, and all the variety of experience that life can offer. They start to see possibilities. It’s a time of firsts. They’re looking through an open door into the adult world, but not yet stepping outside.