The novels we read while young enamored us to fiction. Why else would we aspire to write if not to emulate those who ignited our imaginations?
Not many hold up the test of time. The classics are a different story; they hold up.
Popular fiction tends to not age well. Most novels read as young adults no longer inspire the same experience as they did when we were young. We are confronted with how easy it was to impress us in those early days.
But when you encounter a novel that holds up after twenty-years, you have found something special. The experience is refined, more attuned, and enjoyable in a way you may have been incapable of feeling at fourteen years old.
Revisit your old library with caution. Accept that it will be filled with works that deserved nothing more than a passing infatuation and others that deepen your devotion.