This is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke And The Bookish 🙂
I’m not a very fastidious reader, so I don’t have an extensive list of particulars when it comes to books. In that way, I found this week’s feature quite an onerous confrontation, which I nonetheless, tenacious blogger that I am, refused to leave incomplete (beaming with pride at the moment). However, I do think that that there are quite a few topics or genres that are ceaseless enough to leave me little more than uninterested, so in the hopes that you forgive me my sorry analysis (I dawdled on this one, because of the calculus homework that’s butterfingers at answering itself), here’s my top ten list everybody!
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1. School Life
Given the knowledge that I’m (fundamentally) a pubescent little girl, you’d probably understand why I tend to get sent reeling at the sight of anything school related. I usually read books to liberate myself from high school and the disgruntling stress that comes with it, and to immerse myself in anything even remotely reminiscent of such would bring all my efforts to futility. And I’d rather not go around in circles, thank you.
2. Vampires vs Werewolves
I acquired an allergic reaction for this one after I got sick with the flu (which I, by the way, like to call Twilight). I don’t want to sound verbose, but I just really, honest to goodness, find this kind of thing commonplace. There used to be some magic to the idea, but now that this millennial struggle is nothing less than ubiquitous in fiction, both mutually exclusive and dependent of each other, I find it hard to stomach any more.
3. Good Girl Meets Bad Boy
Physics taught me that opposites attract– and because I’m no Coulomb or Einstein, I’m going to be a rebel and disagree. Sometimes (I’m being generous), goody two shoes characters tend to get whiny and lamentable when they get themselves idiotically involved with bad boys or jocks that use them and treat them like playthings, then act like its nothing and call it love. I’m not going to name drop, but if you find yourself face to face with books akin to this, I urge you to reconsider.
4. Child Protagonists
I’m not entirely sure what I have against this idea– its probably the fact that I’m a child no longer that I find it hard to keep myself from alienation when it comes to kiddie problems. I just find it pointless to read something I might never be able to relate to.
I’ll just admit it– I’m a wimp in the most pathetic way possible. I don’t even leave my comforter after lights out, for fear that the boogeyman is hiding under my bed and will probably grab me by the legs to fire and brimstone. I’m not a fan of gore or bloodshed either, mostly because the images in my head tend to become vivid and graphic the more panic-stricken I get. I want to be able to get some sleep after a good read, and horror novels will give me none of that in the next few weeks (at the very least).
6. Insta Love
I’m a romantic– therefore, instalove is arch-nemesis numero uno. I just feel robbed of any form of satisfaction without some deliciously gradual build up.
7. New Adult
I’m probably going to contradict my previous statement perplexingly, but I really don’t have it in me to find taste for books that focus mainly on the romance. The unseemly covers also unsettle me, and my mother would never approve of purchase anyway, so its pointless. Thank god I’m not making any attempts.
And I mean war in the Hitler context. I’m a big believer in happy endings, and war doesn’t exactly seem to make me feel any emotional variant of retribution. I’m not sure if its because I’m prissy when it comes to dealing with tough subjects, but I guess I just find myself really intimidated.
9. Celebrity Authors
After Modelland, which is likely the most heinous, nauseating excuse for a book that I (stupidly enough) decided to read, I in no way tried to pick up any other book by another celebrity. I’m probably closing the doors to new, promising novels (and sometimes, the guilt eats at me), but I guess I was scared enough to think more than twice about it. I’m being nitpicky, but that’s what Tyra Banks does to you. She should have just remained in Pot Ledom till kingdom come.
I’m sixteen, and well aware of the fact that many people my age have more than familiarized themselves with this sort of thing. I, however, am completely uncomfortable with anything like this. I guess it’s fun or thrilling in its own way, but I’m thinking of postponing that realization till I’m done with witlessly frolicking within the confines of my childhood.
So what do you think? If you have any opinions or suggestions, please don’t hesitate to comment and tell me!