Hosted by Jana over at That Artsy Reader Girl. The topic this week was one I almost gave a pass on. I mean, it’s difficult for me to say I’ll never re-read something. (I mean, I’ve even said ‘I’ll never read that book’ and five months later, I’m reading it. *cough*Cassandra Clare*cough*) But, there were a couple books that I need to talk about here and, well, the list was made.
The Well I Liked It Once (ages ago) Books
I was about 13-14 when I read these and loved them. I’ve got a set that’s old and battered from how many times I read them for a couple years. However, I’ve not touched them in ages. I mean, like over five years and maybe closer to ten, because… I have vague memories of the stories and, while they didn’t bother me at the time, I’m terribly afraid these stories would be sexist, racist and just all around bigoted. I want to keep happy memories of these stories, so I’ll probably never read them in fear that I’ll get very offended. (I’ll just get my Holmes and Watson fix with Elementary because I love that show.)
I read this book when I was around 18 and just loved it. Everything about it was so perfect and wonderful and I just adored the romance. Now, looking back on it, I think I’d probably want to strangle Darcy. I mean, seriously. What I remember of him, the impression I have is that he’s a jackass towards the girl, constantly, but they’re together at the end because it’s ‘twu wuv’ – and, honestly, I think I’d at least dislike Lizzy now. So, I’m going to keep my happy memory of this book and if I ever get the urge – however unlikely – to refresh my memory of the story, I’ll watch the one with Keira Knightley. 🙂
An early introduction to fantasy (thanks to my brother) when I didn’t know what was good so I thought this was good. This has nothing to do with wanting to keep my good memories, and all to do with the fact that, if I read this now, I know I’d hate it. (And who has time to read a book they know they’ll hate?) (Okay, and maybe a little to keep my good memories, because I adored Raistlin.)
The Well, The Series Killed That For Me Books
This is more because how much I wound up not liking the series as a whole. The first couple books were good, but then it just started going downhill and, as much as I thought this first book was awesome… yeah. Probably’ll never re-read.
I loved this book. I mean, I loved it so much that the year I read it I was loudly announcing to everyone that Maas was one of my new favorite authors. Then came the sequel that I hate as I’ve hated few books. I mean, really. The more I hear about this series (and the author’s other work) the happier I am that I got out when I did so I have no real interest in re-reading this because it’s an exercise that would only make me mad.
I put this book off for a long time, finally was convinced to read it and liked it more than I thought I would. But the sequel I just couldn’t get into. Maybe it’s because I suddenly realized that it was a romance thinly disguised as a fantasy and I just had no patience for that. Whatever the reason, I’m not even sure it’s still on my shelf.
This is less the sequel screwed me over and more I went and spoiled myself because I detest one of the love interests and, oh, hey, shock, the girl winds up with the guy that I want dead in the worst way possible. (Not that the other ‘love interest’ was a particularly better choice if looked at objectively, but I liked him more and he was a much better character.) Besides, I borrowed it from my library and don’t own it so I don’t have to worry about it.
I came really close to loving this book (borrowed from the library) and sort of almost hated the sequel (also borrowed from the library). Because of this, I have yet to convince myself that I should actually read the last in the trilogy – and I can’t imagine I’ll ever want to re-read this and remind myself of the imperfections that would probably be worse the second time around.
Though I kind of loved this book, by the end of the series I was so put out. Each book was so similar: the couples were exactly the same, (slightly manic-pixie-dream-girl/stoic guy) they went through the same exact steps in their romance, (including, I believe, four random marriage proposals) and, if that wasn’t the greatest, [/sarcasm] the hero of the fourth and final book had a personality overhaul between book three and four so he’d fit the pattern better. (And I’m still bitter about that because I loved his character in the previous three books and was excited to finally get his story. Only it was no longer him, just a stock cardboard love interest.)
So, what books did you like that you just can’t see yourself ever re-reading?