Somebody has to explain this. They have to move beyond the obvious answers like “they’re easily entertained” or “they have no taste” or “they’re too young to know any better” to rationalize the seemingly endless obsession. Sometime after J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter signaled the shocking reality that post-modern kids actually LIKE to read, the young adult genre went goopy and supernatural. Before, we had books like Ten Boy Summer and Little Sister. Now, lovelorn zombies battle aging Shad-monks for domination of a societal subculture where the lonely and misunderstood are accepted as kin without anything remotely horrifying or scary happening. Yes, macabre is the new Black and every moviemaker in Hollywood is (or, perhaps put another way) was hoping to cash in.