ODD MAN OUT
There I am, eager, excited, practically rubbing my hands together in glee. Because there it is, right before my eyes, practically glowing with its own inner light. I have the book. You know the one I mean, the one that has everyone raving, which has been recommended to you by a battalion of different people and has more 5 star reviews than you can shake a stick at.
And then I finish the book. And that stick I’m – for some reason – shaking at those 5 star reviews? It’s very tempting to use it to bash the crap out of that battalion of people who recommended the book to me. As for the glow, turns out it was just because I have a Kindle Paperwhite. Because that book that everyone is raving about? Awful. Just awful… and that’s me being kind.
Is anyone else familiar with this experience? Find themselves wondering if you picked up the right book because surely this can’t be what has everyone’s knickers in a twist. This seems to happen to me a lot. I find myself reading a popular title and being either :
a) Underwhelmed – This is usually when a book (to me) is just average, and although okay I can’t understand why everyone is rhapsodising over it.
b) Bewildered – Seriously, did I read the same book as everyone else? How do a bunch of – normally – intelligent women like this shit?
c) Angry – This is normally when I can’t even reach the end as the characters/situation/writing annoys me that much.
As I said this happens to me a lot, whatever book has captured everyone’s imagination fails to hook it’s claws into me. Of course, sometimes it is the other way round and I love something that makes everyone else shake their head. As I am writing this, I can imagine the UTC gals nodding their heads, they know that sometimes I have…unusual taste in books. More specifically they know about my love affair with cheesy sci-fi. Give me a alien hero with the requisite blue skin and odd appendages and I am one happy lady. However, give me a broody, handsome, sex-on-a-stick hero and I am much harder to please. Go figure.
Perhaps I just have a contrary nature and I rarely jump on to the book band wagon and it isn’t because I have some deep seated need to be different or believe following convention is necessarily a bad thing. I think I’m just fussy and hard to please (unless you’re an alien) with very particular tastes. Unfortunately that often leaves me as the odd man out, often wondering if the world has gone a little mad. Or maybe it’s me who is a little mad…
I can’t be the only one though, how often do you find yourself being the odd man out?
Annnnnd I will stop myself there, before I start waxing lyrical about my love of historical romance and fantasy as well; no one needs to know about my elf fantasies. As you can tell, I adore and day dream about most romance genres, and my three big loves are 1) reading about romance 2) writing about romance and 3) talking about romance with my gals. Which, is why I love Under the Covers so much, I get all my bookish needs satisfied and don’t get judged when I talk about my favourite characters like they are real people. Which they are right?