Hosted by Jana over at That Artsy Reader Girl. I’m never actually ashamed of the books I’ve read, for me that’s just something that doesn’t happen. But I’ll also decide I’m not reading a book, that I just won’t because of the genre, popularity, or simply the cover. And then I read it. (Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don’t – but that’s just the nature of things.)
lol Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. Anyway, with each of these books, I’d said I wasn’t going to read them. And then I did. In this order. (And was suitably confused while reading a couple of the Bane short stories because ‘who are these people!?’) And, even though after finishing CoB, and saying I was done with the series, the sequel still wound up on my TBR list. (And even though I have actually scowled at Lady Midnight, I’ll probably be giving that series a read sooner or later.)
So I was interested in the book, found out it was first person POV, lost interest, saw the movie, heard the book was soo much better and read the book. Sorry. I like the movie more, even if I totally get why the fans don’t because they changed a lot. But it was just more fun for me.
I didn’t like the first book and I liked the second book even less. I’d say I don’t know why I even read it, but the reason is still apparent. You see, there was a time in my life that I am significantly not proud of where I wanted to like the popular things and I kept trying and trying even when it was obvious it wasn’t for me. (And I had a bit of a crush on Murtagh.
Probably still do.)
When I first heard about this book I was Not Interested ™ and was all like ‘yeah, I’m never reading that because it’s typical YA with more romance than anything else.’ Well, I did read it, I did like it and the less said about my inability to read the sequel the better.
I wasn’t interested in this book. At all. (Pretty sure I said I’d never read it – which is why I try not to make a generality like that anymore.) Until I was. Then I kind of adored it. Of course, it was another of those books whose sequel was a major letdown and I’ve yet to finish the series. (And, really, have no plan to ever.)
This is really not my type of book – wasn’t even on my TBR – until it was. As a whole, I don’t like contemporary romance – especially without a ‘hook’. I’d much rather read a romance fantasy (or fantasy romance) or a historical romance. But this book was fun and nice when I read it. (Of course, nothing about it makes me interested in the sequels.)
Okay, this book sounded killer, I loved the idea for it and everything – except the name. I’m sorry, but that was a turn-off for me for quite a long time. I mean: Earth Girl. Who else immediately thinks of:
No? Just me? Anyhow, I loved the book and the title does have meaning to the story (a lot) but it still is just a bit … unsettling.
For the final book on my list, I’ve went a very different direction than the rest. While most of them were of the ‘I can’t believe I read this because I wasn’t interested or because it’s kind of juvenile sounding’ this one is of the ‘I can’t believe I read this because it’s so mature.’ The fact is, if I’d read this book two years before I did, I’d have hated it. I would have tried to like it, but so much death and injury and war wouldn’t have worked for me. As it was, I loved the book – but even to this day I’m a little amazed that I took a chance on it.
Have you read any of these books? (And totally can’t believe it either?) Do you want to? What books give you that little mental hiccup of ‘I read that!?’