That's why I was saddened and puzzled to read "Chasing the Bear" (Philomel: 164 pp., $14.99 hardcover), Robert B. Parker's newest foray into young adult territory. It's billed as a "Young Spenser" novel, in that the book purports to recount the adolescent adventures of Parker's iconic, influential private eye, but it ends up being an opaque window into Parker's continued creative decline. He's famous for writing fast ("Chasing the Bear" is the third book published this year, with one more to come out in 2009) and for disdaining rewrites, which may explain why the main story line, which has 16-year-old Spenser learning life lessons from his father and three uncles to fight neighborhood toughs on behalf of a picked-on minority youth, keeps getting interrupted by current-day Spenser ruminating about his oh-so-happy life with Susan Silverman, his permanent psychologist paramour. Die-hard Parker fans will pick this book up, but will contemporary teens care a fig about the entrails of a character far removed from his 1970s glory days?
But Green, a natural at creating comic moments borne out of human behavior, makes "Paper Towns" stand out by letting his serious side shine, carefully doling out small moments of great insight and showing the ease with which adults and young people alike are so caught up in the idea of someone that they misunderstand who that person really is.
At 31, Green is still within spitting distance of his adolescent years -- close enough to form a deep rapport with his growing audience, though being relatively young should have little bearing on whether thrills and chills strike the appropriate chord with this demographic. Caroline B. Cooney is roughly twice Green's age but has always had an understanding for what scares kids most -- which is why her quartet of novels, starting with "The Face on the Milk Carton," proved to be such indelible works of young adult literature. Being prolific, her oeuvre is a bit hit-or-miss, but "If the Witness Lied" (Delacorte Press: 214 pp., $16.99 hardcover) is a gem stripped down to the narrative bone, bouncing from perspective to perspective as it ratchets up tension within a single 24-hour period.
Cooney's spare style and short paragraphs enable the reader to buy the somewhat high-concept premise: that a 2-year-old boy named Tris Fountain is considered to be responsible for both his parents' deaths, and in the aftermath of being orphaned his three older siblings -- Jack, Madison and Smithy -- disperse across the Northeast. Jack has stayed put in their parents' house, ostensibly to protect Tris from the limelight, but his mother's younger stepsister Cheryl -- conveniently arriving on the family scene between parental deaths -- catalyzes assumption-upending and sibling reunification when she wants to create reality television out of the broken shards of the Fountain bonds. Cooney brings on the twists like the seasoned master that she is, but it is the way she presents sober reality out of conceptual conceit, and the dull pain of grief that leads to self-protection even when others are in danger, that marks "If the Witness Lied" as a nerve-jangling, disquieting read.
Finally, though it won't be in stores for another few weeks, keep in mind "The Morgue and Me" (Viking: 314 pp., $17.99 hardcover), John C. Ford's memorably titled debut. It may be housed in the young adult section, but Christopher's summer stint as an intern in the Michigan morgue jump starts a throwback-style detective novel that readers of all stripes should pay attention to. There is blackmail, cover-ups, misunderstandings with best friends about taking relationships to the next level, families in danger and secrets -- a plethora of them. There's also a scenery-chewing sidekick journalist named Tina whom I hope to see return in future novels. And there's a chance to get in on the ground of what looks to be a promising career in crime fiction -- regardless of bookstore classification.
Weinman blogs about crime and mystery fiction at Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind (http://www.sarahweinman.com.) Her Dark Passages column appears monthly at www.latimes.com/books.