Growing up, I was the kid on my street who conned her mother into buying Forever as just another Judy Blume book when all the other mothers knew that this book was different. I hid the book in my neighbor's treehouse with the corners of the really good pages folded down so everyone in the neighborhood could read them.
In other words, I appreciate teen smut--really, I do--but even I have my limits. Or I'm just getting old. To wit:
In many middle schools today, English classes aren't like the classes I took when I was growing up. Instead of having the whole class study one book together--usually something like The Catcher in the Rye or Animal Farm or To Kill a Mockingbird--these kids have independent reading, in which they choose books that appeal to them (and teachers give reading process lessons about how to find symbols/themes/characters in whatever books students are reading). The most popular books at my school are The Gossip Girl series.
Not to put too fine a point on it, these are loathsome books. Book #1 opens with the high school aged main character drowning her sorrows in several glasses of scotch. The second chapter of the same book is called "an hour of sex burns 360 calories." You get the idea.
I am not a prude, and if I was in7th grade, I would probably have loved the books and hidden them in a treehouse and talked about them with all my friends. But I would not have brought them to school because if an adult saw me with these books, that adult might want to talk to me about sex and other things I would not want to talk about with adults. Ick.