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This week’s theme is ‘Unpopular Bookish Opinions (submitted by Kaitlin Galvan @ Somehow I Manage Blog)’ and at first I wasn’t sure what I was going to talk about. I could do the usual ‘people should be allowed to write in their own books’ etc. but I don’t think that’s really an unpopular opinion, is it? We all know people can do what they want with their own books.
I also recently talked about My Unpopular SFF Opinions and I didn’t really want to repeat myself.
So today I thought I’d talk about some well-loved books that I didn’t like. Now if I mention your all-time favourite book, I can guarantee this isn’t a personal attack against you or your taste. These are books that just didn’t work for me!
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky: Controversially, I like the movie but I didn’t like the book very much. I know this book is very well loved and I think the issues it covers are important, but personally I found this book super pretentious.
Eragon by Christopher Paolini: This is a classic of the fantasy genre, and I DNF’d it. I didn’t think it was written all that well, and from what I can remember I seemed to spend ages reading it and the plot never seemed to go anywhere. Not for me, sadly!
The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black: I see so much love for this book and I didn’t get it at all. I loved the first chapter, and then the rest of the book took a bit of a nosedive for me. I found all of the characters really annoying and I can’t really remember anything that happened. Black’s one of those authors I couldn’t gel with for a while, though, and then I read and loved The Cruel Prince and The Wicked King!
Legend by Marie Lu: I still don’t understand the hype for this book. It was supposed to be about taking down a corrupt government, and yet I spent 90% of my time reading this book being told in great detail what someone was wearing. This is another book I can barely remember anything about.
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo: I adore the Six of Crows duology, but when I finally read the Grisha trilogy this year I was pretty disappointed. I liked the second book more and the third book a lot more, but this first book, much like Legend, spent a lot of time telling me about how Alina was wearing her hair or telling me about her boy trouble instead of telling me about the hole of literal shadow demons in the middle of her war-torn country.
Red Sister by Mark Lawrence: I so wanted to love this book! I’m pretty heartbroken that a book about assassin nuns hasn’t become one of my new favourites, but unfortunately I didn’t get along with Lawrence’s writing style.
The Calculating Stars by Mary Robinette Kowal: This is another book I was expecting to love and it just didn’t work for me. I felt like I was getting bashed around the head with the book’s messages rather than being told a story that just happened to include them.
Son of the Shadows by Juliet Marillier: I loved Daughter of the Forest. I loathed this book. Liadan is one of the most hypocritical characters I’ve ever encountered. Some of my favourite characters are unlikable people – why do you think Zoya was my favourite character in the Grisha trilogy? – but Liadan wasn’t supposed to be unlikable and I hated her.
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: This is probably my least favourite book of all time. I think it’s pretentious and I don’t care about any of the characters at all. Seriously, Gatsby, just move house.
Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie: I don’t know how popular the original Peter Pan is, but considering how popular retellings of it seem to be, I’m going to guess quite a lot of people love the story itself. I just found it… creepy? And to be honest I think it’s supposed to be, but it’s been remembered as such a whimsical children’s story that it’s pretty jarring when you read the original. A bunch of grown men call Wendy ‘mother’. It’s weird, man.