Teen Fiction

Working in an independent bookstore, our mantra is, "So many books, so little time." I took the liberty of sharing five standout titles that have been or will be released in the first half of this year that you absolutely need to read.
As we have some waiting to do until Downton Abbey Season 5 premieres, let's get our fill of rich period dramas elsewhere.
So the question becomes this: Will Divergent be the next Hunger Games or will it be the next Beautiful Creatures? Will it feed the flame of YA films or cause it to fizzle out?
"Oh, she won't stop talking about it!" Sarah exclaimed. God bless her. "Tanya's an incredibly hard worker, she gets good
With The Selection sequel The Elite currently on the New York Times bestseller list, Kiera Cass is an author to be reckoned with.
"Oh. Well this is kind of awkward..." "I'm glad you're Theo Taylor. I remembered how much I actually liked you." "I felt
"No! I'm fine." I assured him before sitting down. I walked the halls and Chase didn't smile at me or come up to me. He looked
Amplify the noise of a dozen chattering people and you are at one of our family's Christmas parties. Cooking was her passion
This is a regular column featuring original poetry and fiction by and for teens, provided by Figment, the online community
No really. Third grade. I had a relationship with a boy. Our mothers took us to McDonald’s. We sat in one corner and made
"Oh, come on, Raelynn. Don't you wanna do something wild and crazy for once?" "If you wanna play it like a game, well c'mon
War on corsages, limos, and rent-a-tuxes. War on glitter, up-do's, and mall-bought makeovers. War on the idea of a single
He's forgotten me. Our summer was short. He spent most of the time in practice. I was working, saving up for a car. We made
"Ohmigosh, Bree, Shanny, you will not believe this!" She shrieks as she sees us. I sit down, looking at her but hardly paying
“With the popularity!” Olivia rolled her eyes. “Seriously, what else were we talking about?!” Olivia grinned. “Then you need
“Oh,” and I laughed too. Every day after that I kept going to Starbucks to see if you would ever come back. You didn't. One
“They want me to study law, but they never cared what I want,” you admitted bitterly. By Jenissa Michelle Squinting through
This is a regular column featuring original poetry and fiction by and for teens, provided by Figment, the online community
"Yeah, yeah, we know," Theo, the middle brother, snaps. I watch them through the kitchen door. I finish stuffing the last
I pull back and widen my eyes in shock as her eyelids slowly crack open. The beeping returns to a steady pace. "You hate