Parents Just Don't Understand

I happened upon this post about recently banned books.  I notice they're almost all young adult books, which makes me shake my head and quote a particularly great rapper: Parents just don't understand.

If you look at that list, you don't seen poetry books by Charles Bukowski or novels by John Updike.  No, it's the stuff that teens read.  I feel terrible having read only two of the books on that list, but some of these books weren't even out when I was a teen, and I can already tell you, my teen!self would be totally all over at least one of them just based on the title alone.
And if there's anything my parents failed to do, it was stopping me reading, especially if I decided I needed to read it.  I worked through a lot of romance novels and religious books as a teen because I wanted to. 
So, besides all the other problems with censoring books, I'm pretty sure it's a useless endeavor because bookish teens are usually the last people who are going to be told what they can't or shouldn't read.  And if anything probably encourages them, it's telling them no. I can say from personal experience that it is really easy to hide books from your parents.  I just removed the jackets of my Danielle Steele books and put all my religious books under the bed for easy night time access.  (That's right: normal teens put porn under their bed; I put The Book of Mormon.) 
So make sure you celebrate banned book week by doing something naughty: getting into bed with an "illicit" book.  Trust me when I say it doesn't have to be a dramatic choice like Story of O.