Have you guys ever read a book that everyone LOVES (like, to die for swoonfest, I want to name my baby after this book kind of devotion) and then you read it and thought…meh. I mean, it’s not bad, in fact, it’s solid. It’s good. It’s just not something you love. But then you turn around and everyone–even the people you agree with all of the time–love it?
Do you wonder if something is wrong with you? Do you feel like you’ve missed something? Do you consider rereading it and then go, um wait, no thanks? All of this made worse by the fact that its written by an author you adore.
That’s where I am right now. I read a book and it was good. It was a solid 4/4. I’d recommend this book to other people in a heartbeat. But we didn’t fall in love. There weren’t even any major sighs. This book and I have no real future together. Oh, maybe I’ll see a quote somewhere and feel slightly nostalgic remembering that part (most likely I won’t remember it at all), but I’ll never wish we could get back together. And even though I’ll probably read the next book–because I’m telling you, the first one was good–I’ll do it knowing we have no hope of growing old together.
Do you guys ever feel this way? I think in my case I’m bummed because I love the author so much and am so in love with characters from her previous books. I actually feel guilty for not falling head over heels this time. Maybe it isn’t fair to compare, but she’s set the bar so high, I just want major feels every time.
You want to know what book? Ugh. I still have to write the review. Maybe next week. 🙂