I watch TV.

First new show of the season was Switched At Birth. After a bit of a rocky start (I wanted to watch it online and ABC Family's site laughed at me and made me watch the first part four times), we eased into the show. There's a lot of potential here. A lot. Bay and Daphne are both fleshed out enough that Bay is more than just a spoiled rich girl and Daphne isn't as saintly as she seems. The downside is that due to the nature of the show, there are going to be more than a few scenes that cause that whole embarrassment for a fictional character thing that I loathe. (Someone yelling at a deaf person? Check. Parents who want to "rescue" their biological daughter without realizing that if they wanted to 'take' her back, they'd be opening a can of worms much bigger than they intended? Mmhmm.)

But there's something about the show that says it's going to be worth another look or two, so I give it a thumbs up.

uh, no

What the hell is this? Hundreds of lurid and dramatic covers stood on the racks before her, and there was, she felt, "nothing, not a thing, that I could imagine giving my daughter. It was all vampires and suicide and self-mutilation, this dark, dark stuff." She left the store empty-handed. What's that saying?

Oh. Yeah. Don't judge a book by its fucking cover. If we're going to spend the rest of the article waxing poetic about the good old days when people had decency and morals and did not speak of things and let them fester and whatever else, then one should at least have to decency to point out that little gem.

Thing is, I will grant you there is a lot of dark to be found in the YA section. A lot. And there's twice as much stupidity. But more than both of those things combined, there is a ton of really good stuff waiting to be discovered. I spend a lot of time reading YA books for that reason. Of course, I have two brain cells to rub together and a few more as backup just in case. I'm not so sure this is the case for some people.