Although Jane Austen's Elizabeth was still unwed at one-and twenty, she was able to put her romantic angst behind her and find happiness in the prospect of a trip to the Lakes with her aunt and uncle.
I just spent two days as camp nurse at Girls' Camp, and therefore had further opportunity to observe my chosen audience. The most important conclusion that I came to?
Although teenage girls may thrive off the attention of and potential romances with teenage boys, they seem so free and unrestrainedly happy in the woods far, far away from any teenage boy.
Hair was unkempt. Makeup was left at home. They wore T-shirts and boy shorts. There was much skipping and singing and hollering and absolutely everything was one hundred percent pure and essential themselves.
And although I want to write a young adult book with romance, I don't want my message to be boy equals happiness. I want my reader to close the book and feel good about who they are and what they represent.