I recently finished reading Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children and I DID NOT love it. GASP. I was mildly entertained. I might pick up the next books out of curiosity to see what happens to the children, but not out of desperate need that I experience when I await or seek out other sequels. Why this upsets me? Everyone seems to love this book. I have only heard good things about this book. My conclusion: I didn’t read the book correctly. Which doesn’t really seem fair because every reading experience should be relative to the individual; everyone is unique and different and will relate to things in different ways. But how else am I supposed to feel when I did not thoroughly enjoy a book that so many of my reading peers recommend?
I did, of course, relate to the book in some ways. The main character experiences the loss of a grandparent and I recently lost my grandmother. I found the sections of the book where the character dealt with this loss to be very familiar and comforting. It just wasn’t enough to make me love the book as a whole. Does that mean I should do the honorable thing and fall on my sword? No. It’s perfectly okay to not enjoy a book that everyone else did. A book is supposed to be received differently by everyone who reads it, allowing it to be special to those who find it so enjoyable. In this case I found the book to be exceptionally ordinary despite the extraordinary subjects.
So what do you do when you don’t love a book beloved by your bookish peers? Own it. Tell them why you didn’t like it and move on. There are plenty of books out there for you to share feels for. This just isn’t one of them.
Not really a superstar. I just want to have a good amount of traffic crossing my feeds because people find what I post interesting. Obviously, I’m doing a terrible job; I haven’t posted on this blog since September. The problem is that since September, I’ve been busy being a grad student, an intern, a part-time employee, a good girlfriend and attempting at being a functional human being (attempting being the key word here). But come May, the internship, the Master’s program and the part-time job will all be over and I’ll have to be a real person. So, I begin again.
I have still been reading a lot though which I think is fantastic. Most recently, I started Terry Goodkind’s The Sword of Truth series. It’s an epic fantasy that’s about a million books long and is almost over and I LOVED the first book, The Wizard’s First Rule. It’s got everything you could want from an epic fantasy, the predictability was at a minimum (probably because of its length), and I can’t wait to find what’s in store for the characters down the road! I already bought the second one, but someone recently lent Italo Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler so I’m trying to finish that to give it back. That is also a great book but in a completely different way because it’s more literary fiction. It’s written in a very interesting style in which the narrator is speaking directly to you but with a lot of supposition, acknowledging that every reader is different. With every plot introduction (you’ll understand what I mean if you look up the book) the narrator proceeds in describing what is happening and how you’re reading and responding rather than strictly narrating. It’s fascinating.
I’ve also become a little bit more aware of my goodreads and Twitter accounts but not without a bit of a struggle. For whatever reason, I find instagram a much more likable medium.
The Infernal Devices Series by Cassandra Clare.
This review of Cassandra Clare’s fantastic prequel series was written by my best friend. Read it.