Today’s topic is a funny one. I’m going to list the top ten books I used to be excited about reading, but for one reason or another will probably never get to now. This is the sort of thing that strikes me as equally sad (giving up on books!) and wonderful (banishing reading guilt!). Of course, my mind isn’t completely made up – these books do still live on my shelf after all, and they’ve survived weeding for years. I just don’t know when I can see myself picking them up. Feel free to tell me in the comments if I ought to strongly reconsider my current stance (or if any of these are hidden gems!). Kthxbye!
Top Ten Books I’m Not Sure I Want to Read (Anymore)
1. The Fault in Our Stars by John Green – Oh, this book. The hype machine had its heyday, and then there’s the fact that it’s contemporary (I don’t read much contemporary these days), and on top of that, it’s a sad book. I have a notoriously hard time reading sad books. I’m almost ready to donate my signed first edition.
2. One of Diana Wynne Jones’ backlist titles – Clarification: I have not lost any of my enthusiasm for DWJ’s hilarious and creative fantasies. No, this is pick is one of those “I know she passed away, so I never want to run out of her books” things. You do that too, right? Okay, I’ll go sit in a corner now.
3. The Help by Kathryn Stockett – My mother is not a reader. My mother has read this book. I am going to call this feeling shame and dispose of the book quietly, to a good home.
4. Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke – I just don’t know if I’ll ever read this book while I’m still blogging. I once got halfway through it, but put it down in order to finish something slimmer for review. It has that abandoned look to it now. In case you’re wondering what an abandoned book looks like, it means: spine cracked (but only halfway through), thin layer of dust, on a shelf that I haven’t touched in months (possibly years). Sad trombone.
5. Dingo by Charles de Lint – I went through a pretty heavy de Lint phase in high school and college, but I think I may have turned a corner… I haven’t finished a de Lint book in ages, and they don’t appeal to me much anymore, to be perfectly frank. I bought this one in a hopeful mood several years ago, but I don’t know when/if I’ll ever read it.
6. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak – I broke down and saw the film before reading the book. And I wept throughout most of the film. Like, red eyes and a headache afterwards sorrow. I don’t know if I could handle that going in, knowing what I do…
7. Cecilia by Fanny Burney – Burney's work was a influence on Jane Austen (and I love Jane Austen, obvi), but I think we all know the reason I tracked down a copy of this book. For the title character/heroine. In person it’s a brick of a book with paper-thin pages… and again I face the conundrum of a big book vs. blogging urgency. *le sigh*
8. Dragonhaven by Robin McKinley – See explanation under Diana Wynne Jones’ books, above. I freaking adore McKinley, and it has to be madness that has kept this one unread on my shelf for so long.
9. Bitterblue by Kristen Cashore – I waited for this book like everyone else who was entranced by Cashore’s first two titles… and then I read in a review that it wasn’t very magical. Excitement plummeted, and now… I just don’t know? Maybe one day I’ll do a series reread of the Graceling books and zip right through this one. Maybe.
10. Rose Under Fire by Elizabeth Wein – I did mention above that sad books = hard, right? Yeah, that. BUT Code Name Verity! It hit me in the feels! So I still haven’t made a final decision.
What are some books you used to be excited about?