The Imposter Bride made me rethink my definition (and love) of the YA genre. Nancy Richler so clearly and painfully paints a portrait of young women – various young women, not just the imposter bride of the title, but others, too.
Richler’s portraiture of these women spans beyond their adolescence through an intricately woven flashback/flashforward timeline, but those teen years are portrayed so honestly, so human, so raw and with deep compassion beyond pity or glamour that I had to ask, could this be YA fiction? I argue that the observance and exhibition and lessons of Richler’s young women are surely more identifiable and “realistic” than the Katniss Everdeens and the Bella Swans of modern YA. I, for one, would have appreciated the tenderness of The Imposter Brideto the harshness of Phyllis A. Whitney-style smut which I was so engrossed with as a teen.