Many a query describes a novel as a “coming of age” story. I’ve never really understood what this means (coming of age of what?) but I never really had a problem with the phrase. At the very least it connotes a maturation process, which means a character is changing, and a character changing is officially a good thing.
But then a while back I heard (either erroneously or just oneously) that Miss Snark hated the words “coming of age.” And I thought, “Huh.”
Since that time, perhaps because I see it several times a day and perhaps because I have been influenced by Her Snarkness, my feeling about the phrase “coming of age” has gradually morphed from benign curiosity to morbid hostility. But then again, what if coming of age is a necessary term?
So… Can I get a ruling on “coming of age”? Two options below. Love or loathe. No indifference allowed!