Books I Like Less…
A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab
This book came out right when I was a book-blogging baby, and I just saw so. much. hype for it. And at my young blogging age, I just don’t think I could process it. So I pre-ordered it, read it, and loved it. Wrote a super-hyped review for it. Recommended it to a ton of people. Yet now…I have almost zero inclination to pick up the sequel. I think I just made it out to be more than it actually was for me in my head. And that’s okay!
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
I was the biggest Twilight fan—no joke. I think I’ve told this story on here before…But back in the day when I still had huge aspirations of becoming a bestselling author, my 8th grade English teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. I legitimately said, “The next Stephenie Meyer.” And not to be a hipster, but I read Twilight before it was cool, and my teacher just looked at me and said, “Who?” I nodded reassuringly, saying, “You’ll know soon enough.” Lol, this is a real story. And I went to all the midnight premieres, I think, except for the last one. But the not-so-good movies and the hype and the realization that it’s actually a pretty creepy/messed-up story has lessened by opinion on it quite a bit.
Any Nicholas Sparks book
I also used to be a huge Nicholas Sparks fan. I mean, doesn’t every girl reader have a Nicholas Sparks phase? I used to think his wife was probably the luckiest girl in the world, what with his insane romance-writing capabilities. One of the last ones I read, though, was so predictable that I guessed the supposedly big-surprise-oh-my-gosh-what-the-twist ending from the first thirty pages. And I haven’t picked up one since.
Divergent by Veronica Roth
I read Divergent my freshman year of college, and I was super into it. I enjoy a good dystopian, and this one seemed unique and fun and kick butt. And I flew through it. And then I started the sequel where all of a sudden Tris and Four are bickering like middle schoolers, and I just couldn’t see past the writing style and the annoying tropes. I mean, I still read both the sequel and Allegiant (don’t even get me started on that one), but now I just really don’t like this series.
The Maze Runner series by James Dashner
I’m not going to lie. I read this series because of a boy. It was one of his favorites, and he lent me his copies of all three books last year. There’s something about reading a copy of someone’s favorite book, you know? But anyway, boy I liked + books he loved = me avidly reading them. And I think my opinion on the books was clouded by my feelings for this boy because I would never read them again. Also, don’t worry, I’m basically 213920183% sure this boy will never see this.
Books I Like More…
Unwind by Neal Shusterman
I’m putting this book here, but know now that it’s still not a favorite. I read it on my own a few years ago, and I hated it. I thought it was unbelievable and annoying, and I just did. not. like it. But then I had to read it for my YA lit class last year, and my opinion of it has slightly shifted toward the “it’s alright/maybe even good” level. I really like how he bases all of his unbelievable, crazy stuff in real life. Like he uses an article that is legitimately on the internet. You can type in the URL and it’s there. This juxtaposition is super cool, I think.
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
If you’ve ever read a Hugo novel, you’d know that he loves history and architecture. And he loves describing history and architecture to a level you’ve never seen before. And his books are already massive. So when I read Les Mis during my senior year of high school, I was over all this description. I still loved the story when the story was present, but come on, Victor. Let’s be real. But in my old age (*cough four years later cough*), I’ve come to appreciate that and hope to one day I’ll read this book again.
Persuasion by Jane Austen
I’ve probably read Pride and Prejudice more than any other book. Ever. I love love love it. I think I read Persuasion for the first time in middle school? Maybe early high school. And I don’t remember anything from that experience. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I mean, it’s still Austen, so I still loved it. But nothing could compare to P&P, I guess. But I had to read Persuasion for an English class a year or two ago, and I absolutely fell in love with the story. I think maybe because it related to something that was going on in my life at the time. So the words just spoke to me. It’s funny how language can do that, huh?
What books do you think about differently than you did before? Let me know in the comments!