It has come to my attention that my bookclub is trying to kill me– kill me with their shitty, shitty taste in books. First there was the shitty shitty Secret Life of Bees, then the even shitter The Wedding, and now they want me to read an 800+ page book called the Wizard’s First Rule. Wizards? Seriously.
I’m allergic to 99.9% of fantasy and sci-fi books. I’ve tried and failed miserably. Reading The Hobbit in 8th grade was some kind of torture. I hated the book so much that I never read any of the other books and skipped the damn movies.
Even my friend Wolfdogg who likes fantasy crap, said that this author is known for crappiness. Oh joy!
I’d love to skip the bullshit. Life is too short to read shitty books, isn’t it? But I’ve made the club read The Giant’s House, Confederacy of Dunces, Jpod, The Thin Place, and Everyman. It would be just plain rude to skip their books. But oh the temptation!
Tonight we discussed The Thin Place, a bold and beautiful book by Kathryn Davis. Sister #2 and the Stink loved it. Lynn and BFK didn’t read it because it was too ‘tough.’ Lisa read it and hated it.
I just don’t understand. How can someone despise something are original and moving as The Thin Place, but love something as shitty, cliche, and predictable as The Wedding?
I tried to explain to them about the originality of the story Davis tells in The Thin Place, how courageous it is for a writer to take on something like that. But I was met with blank stars and shaking heads — dismissed because I was a writer. Because, apparently, only ‘writers’ have taste in books (though I must say neither Sister #2 or the Stink are writers).