I have two (three, sort of…you’ll see) books to review right now, but I’m just so burnt out. I keep reading bad books, and it’s making me not even want to talk about it. And then when I’m not reading a bad book, I’m reading A Song of Ice and Fire, which is just depressing. So right now I’m not really in a book mood. (For the first time in my life?) I should be reviewing again by the end of the week, alright? (:
In the meantime, tell me books that I will fall in love with to get me out of my slump?
I always get really self-conscious when I write a negative review about a “classic”, but the thing is that I usually understand the point of the book. I understand what I’m supposed to learn from it, and the deep meanings I’m supposed to see, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a bad book. A smart book does not equal a good book. Since I’m writing this after reading some of Madeleine L’Engle’s books, I’ll use hers. These books have extremely annoying characters, pretty much no plot, and she has, like, no grasp on how people actually think and act. So the fact that she may have some really smart things woven in through that does not make them good writing. I’m not going to pretend they’re great so that everybody knows I “got” them. They’re awful. The end.
There was literally nothing that prompted me to write this, I just, like I said, was feeling self-conscious about it.