Interesting discussion about 16-year-old reading habits. Like a PP, I had free range of my parents' book shelves, and as they are both book hoarders, there was a VERY wide range of reading material available. There seemed to be a fashion in the 60s and 70s for writing in lots of transgressive sex scenes, and I picked up more from the likes of John Updike and Gore Vidal than I did from Judy Blume :) One particular book was a riotous adventure set in the pre-AIDS New York gay scene, with pretty much wall-to-wall gay sex and drugs actually i would love to read this again
There's a difference though, I think, between saying to your 16-yo "Here are hundreds of great books, some of which contain sex scenes - you can read whatever you want" and giving them a specific book which you recommend. Generally I'd say that 16 is plenty old enough to read a book that contains sex, although I can't remember what happens in Small Island, and obviously all kids are different, so that may not apply in this specific case.
A couple of updates from me after a slow start:
8. A Spell of Winter, Helen Dunmore
Thanks to BelleSauvage for inspiring me to choose this book, which has been sitting on my Kindle unread for a long time. Atmospheric, absorbing, visceral at times, spooky at others. It reminded me, at different times, of various other books that I've read - one of the strongest impressions that I came away with was a resemblence to We Have Always Lived In The Castle, which is definitely a good thing.
Cathy and Rob are siblings, living together in a ratehr run-down country house with their grandfather and servants. The question of what has happened to their parents is one that neither Cathy nor the reader is quite sure about, and which comes out gradually through the book. Isolated and insular, the siblings share a closeness which excludes outsiders.
There's a bit of an elephant in the room when discussing this book, which I am not sure whether or not to mention. Suffice to say I found bits of it genuinely quite disturbing but not out of place with the book as a whole, which is quite beautiful and suffused with sadness.
9. Beneath the Streets, Adam Macqueen
Alternative history thriller set in the 70s and based on the Jeremy Thorpe scandal. Thorpe was tried for the attempted murder of a former (male) lover; this book considers what might have happened had he been successful in his attempts, if Norman Scott, instead of being part of a notorious trial, was just a young man who disappeared.
This is a lively and fairly light-hearted book for the most part - Macqueen has great fun depicting the period, both the seedy world of 70s Soho and the more mundane world of the typical suburban family home. However, there is genuine anguish in the depiction of young runaway boys, friendless and naive on the streets of London, being swept up and terrorised by violent pimps and other shady characters. When these boys come to harm, the establishment turn a blind eye at best, and the pain and terror experienced by these young boys is swept under the carpet.
What blew my mind is just how much of this book is actually true. I've moved straight on to read A Very English Scandal, to fill in the gaps.