Top Ten Tuesday is hosted by The Broke and The Bookish.
This week our topic is somewhat of a freebie. We get to pick any past topic to revisit. I’ve chosen Books I’ll Never Read, mainly because a) There are a lot of them and b) I don’t think I’ve ever done this topic before (truth be told I’m too lazy to look it up and I have a really bad memory unless song lyrics or lines from 1980’s movies are concerned).
I know, I know. Never say never. Blah, blah, blah. But for serious, I will never read these books. And the fact that I will never read them does not mean they aren’t great books. In many cases, I believe these are popular because they touch a certain nerve in most people–they just aren’t for me.
1. Anything with Fabio on the cover (or the like)– As a teen, I used to skim my grandmother’s bodice rippers for the more salacious parts until I realized that the intense detail seriously grossed me out. Now, while I don’t mind steam in books (in fact, I often like it) I don’t really want to know about anything that’s throbbing or quivering or doing anything super-extreme. I get the picture; they did it. For that type of thing, I prefer books like Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, which has tons of, um, steam (and lots of biting for some reason), but are also very well-written. Now those leave me feeling like I need a ciggy.
2. Fifty Shades of Grey– I have no criticism for anyone who likes these books, but when all that hullabaloo about whether or not it was legal because the story was originally Twilight fan fic began, I read excerpts online comparing her novel to the original fan fiction and sweet holy moley that was some seriously crappy writing. I mean, hello, I could barely finish two paragraphs before I was rolling my eyes. No thanks. Again, I take no issue with steam in books, but I really don’t want the bad writing. Or to read about fists in strange places.
5. Lean In– Of course, I’ve been reading a ton about this book but while I fully support that women should be a equal force of power and success in our world, books like this often portray women like me–one’s who willingly gave up successful, fun careers to be stay-at home moms– as either not living to our fullest potential or worse, as a betrayal to the cause of feminism. Now, I’m not saying this book does that, but I don’t want to read it and find out. I hope sincerely that one day (alert: pipe dream coming), women can stop bashing each other for deciding to work or deciding to be home and just support one another for being an integral part of society as well as loving, giving mothers no matter what our ultimate career choice is. I will step down from the podium now, thank you.
7. Where The Red Fern Grows– Somehow I was never required to read this in school. Now that my sixth grader has read it and explained to me how very, very sad it is there is definitely no way I’d pick it up.
8. The Hobbit– My husband is all excited because he says that he and the kids are going to read this together this summer. More power to them, but I am not interested. I love that world and those characters, but for some reason the books (The Hobbit and any of the LOTR novels) just don’t appeal to me.