When I was a kid, I remember just loving the young adult section of the local library. Specifically, the tragedies, or almost-tragedies, which almost always had titles like, “Six Months to Live,” or “I Want to Live” or “Please Don’t Let Me Die Now, God!” (Note: Only one of these titles is probably made up.)
So it looks like fifth-grade me has a ton of disposable income, because, holy cow, looking at all the depressing teen movies we’ve had lately: The Hunger Games? Filled with child death. The Fault in Our Stars? It’s about cancer patients who are teenagers. If I Stay?
If I Stay? Wait, what the hebubba is that about?
Well, it’s about a teen girl who — get this — is in a COMA! So she’s practically dead ALL ALONG. Man, fifth-grade me would love this book and this movie and would probably also love the love interest, teen-boy-who-is-a-rock-musician and is probably super-sensitive and kind. Fifth-grade me would think THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER.
Gods, fifth-grade me. You sucked.