I do not consider myself an eclectic reader. There are many, many genres I don’t read. I don’t really read fantasy, sci-fi, horror, historicals, plays, poems, graphic novels, non fiction (this might be my least favorite), futuristic and anything else I consider weird. But as I think about it (and look at my bookshelf) I realize that I’ve actually read quite a few books in these genres, many of which I would have never picked up on my own.
I never would have read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (JK Rowling) if my mom wasn’t late getting home from work. My mom bought these books for my brother to hopefully get him interested into reading. He was reading the first one and my mom and read quite a bit of it too and they were talking about how great it was. And typical me I was like witches? wizards? magic? No thanks. But one day I was chillin on the couch waiting for my mom to come home and there was nothing on tv so I picked up this book. By the time she got home I was so engrossed in the book that we stayed in for dinner instead so I could read. I quickly gobbled up books 1 & 3, and the rest immediately upon their release.
I never would have read Coming of Age in Mississippi (Anne Moody) if it wasn’t required in English 202. Nonfiction. Ugh. We were required to read this book over the course of the semester. I read it in a week. Takes place before civil rights so it’s sad, but beautifully written. This is the only nonfiction book that I can think of that I really really liked.
I never would have read Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins) if it wasn’t for fellow book club member Kate (midnightbookgirl) talking about it non stop before the release of Mockingjay. And I really mean that too. She talked about it so much that I really felt like I was missing out so even though it’s a sci-fic/futuristic/fantasy kids-killing-kids book I decided to give it a go. And it was sooooo worth it. I was completely captivated by the book, as well as Catching Fire and Mocking Jay. I’m not really sure what it says about me that I wasn’t bothered by the kids-killing-kids aspect of the book.
I never would have read Persepolis (Marjane Satrapi) if it wasn’t for Women’s Studies 101. This was probably the worst class I ever took. I hated my teacher (who needs men? not us). We watched awful videos that still make me cringe. And the text book was from the late 80’s (I took this class in early 2000’s, but still way out of date). I wasn’t particually interested in reading this book either. It already had three strikes – graphic novel, women’s studies book and a memoir. I really got into the book. It’s funny, serious and heartbreaking all at one time. Being a graphic novel the pictures gave it a different feel. I’m not sure I would pick up another graphic novel, but I enjoyed this one.
You can’t always judge a book by it’s genre.
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