I love reading stories. It is one of my favorite things to do, right up there with eating and sleeping. I would be the happiest person in the world if I was allowed to eat, read and sleep all day, every day.
I read everything, all types of genres. I’m not fussy. I don’t discriminate against books I read books that get bad reviews because hey, that’s the reviewer’s opinion. I’m a smart, educated young woman (not really), I can make up my own mind about the book – but yeah, it usually is as shit as the reviews say.
So just because I read pretty much anything, doesn’t mean I like everything I read.
Sometimes it’s the plot, but usually it’s the writing. Good writers can make the dullest events sound like the greatest things to have ever happened.
I didn’t know how much emotion reading stories can evoke in me. TV and movies I get, I’m seeing the emotions played out on the faces of the actors, and if they’re really good actors, I’ll feel what their character is feeling.
But words. Whoa.
Words are powerful. Whenever I come across a particularly good book, I get lost in the world with the characters, feel what they feel and imagine what they’re seeing, like I’m right there with them. It is an amazing experience and it’s from a few words on a page.
I feel every emotion intensely. I’ll smile like crazy when things work out and sulk around the house when things go wrong.
Much to the amusement of my family; here I am depressed over how the two main characters just aren’t getting together already and my parents are trying to decipher what the hell is going on.
I’m a girl. I’m allowed to have inexplicable mood swings.
Oh oh! I have to add something to my list of favorite things to do: talk about books.
When I meet someone new and they tell me how they like reading and we start talking about a book, I know we’re going to be good friends and we’ll never run out of things to talk about.
I’ve had a few awkward experiences though, when it comes to sharing what we’ve read. There are some books that some people think are a waste of time to read.
I just think, like with books with bad reviews, I won’t know how good/bad the book is until I’ve read it and because I like reading so much, I don’t care if I end up disliking the book. If anything, I’ll just have read a book that someone worked hard on.
Anyways, back to my awkward discussion. The person in my anecdote will be referred to as INSULAR (that’s a new word I learned meaning narrow-minded).
We were actually talking about some new movie that’s coming out that has vampires or werewolves in it (doesn’t everything nowadays?) and then Insular asks “Have you read Twilight?”
It’s not just a simple question, is it? She’s going to judge me for reading it, which is ridiculous, because clearly she’s read it too.
I know this because she then proceeds to compare the movie we were talking about to Twilight in great detail.
And I really wish she didn’t, you know?
I don’t know when Twilight became the benchmark for the vampire/werewolf genre. Like there were no stories about vampires/werewolves before Twilight or something.
Insular went on about how the vampires in the movie aren’t like the vampires in Twilight, how they can’t control their urges to drink human blood, how they get burned in the sunlight – so old school vampires – which according to Insular (and I’m paraphrasing here) “makes more sense, because the way they were portrayed in Twilight wasn’t realistic.” Because vampires are real and all.
It’s stupid to judge people based on what they read.
Yeah, I read the Twilight books. All of them! How do you like them apples? What has become of me? I am defending Twilight when I don’t even like them myself, purely because I feel like disagreeing with Insular.
No, wait! I am defending my love of reading.
Yeah, that sounds better.
I wonder how she’d react if I told her I also really enjoy reading fanfiction. Probably never speak to me again. She’s the Only Reads What’s In The Top 50 type of reader. Not the Read Whatever You See type like myself.
I fan girl over nearly everything, so naturally I read a lot of fanfiction. I ship couples outside of cannon – who didn’t want Draco and Hermione to end up together? There was so much pent up sexual tension between them; that being said I’m not questioning the way JK Rowling paired the couples as she did, she did it perfectly – and I love reading stories that people have written featuring these characters. But it’s gotten a little out of hand lately, because I start thinking the fanfic is canon – especially after finding stories that have better plot lines than the book/movie/tv show it’s based on – and then get disappointed when that’s not the way it works out in the actual book/movie/tv show. There are some amazing writers out there.
I’m a sucker for romance so I tend to read the stories where my favorite characters fall in love and well – because people who get together sleep together; it’s natural – most of these types of stories describe intimate moments in explicit detail.
I don’t know why I’m being so sensitive about it. Anyone who reads fanfic has been exposed to some intense amounts of porn. It’s way graphic. None of that “releasing his (insert name of object shaped like a penis) from his denim prison.” That is child’s play.
Hell, E.L. James got her break writing fanfiction about Twilight. And it’s all sex sex sex. It’s kinky sex actually.
Go on and judge me. Like you haven’t read that kind of fanfic. And if you haven’t, you’re totally curious now.
This is a long post. Oopsie.