Geez, Happy, you know that there are whole sections of the Internet that would pay top dollar for a peek at these toes. Why do you do that? As soon as you become human, you switch to wise-ass. It’s a textbook defense mechanism to hide how I feel. Especially around you. - 1x10 Talismans
‘I don’t know how it works or why it happened then and not any other time, because I’ve been wanting to come back ever since I left. But I was listening to the radio really early on Christmas morning and I heard… I heard you.’ He was looking at Hermione. 'You heard me on the radio?’ she asked incredulously. 'No, I heard you coming out of my pocket. Your voice,’ he held up the Deluminator again, 'came out of this.’ – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Ch. 19: The Silver Doe
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Ah, controversy. It’s not my intention to upset anyone with this post. We all have different opinions and I hope that you can appreciate mine, just like I appreciate yours. You’re welcome to share your thoughts on these books or books you’ll probably never read - it will be interesting to discuss them!
I’m not including sequels, because that would just be too easy.
1. Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James
Erotic fiction is not my cup of tea at all, so I’ve never had any intention of reading this. Also the many things I’ve seen on my dash or heard about ensure that I’ll never pick this up, not even out of curiosity. *shoos Christian Grey away from me because ugh*
2. Any other books by Colleen Hoover
Remember when I said controversy at the start of this post? I wasn’t kidding. I read Maybe Someday last year and I liked its readability, yet I didn’t necessarily like the book itself. A lot of things bothered me. I have owned a copy of Slammed for a very long time but I can never get into it and after trying it again recently, I’ve decided to surrender. Lots of people love Colleen Hoover but nope, not me. I think I just don’t like New Adult fiction in general really.
3. The Dark Artifices / The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare
I have a very complicated relationship with Cassandra Clare books. I enjoyed the first three TMI books, but felt very ‘meh’ about the last three. I love TID but I still have quite a few issues with the way things ended. I’ve decided to stop after finishing both series, because I don’t have much interest in Shadowhunters anymore and I feel like I’ve read enough of them personally.
4. Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire
Another popular New Adult series. In the past, I’ve seen it so often at bookstores and on my dashboard that I’ve felt like I should give it a go. Yet the fact that the description does nothing for me, I’ve made my feelings for NA fiction pretty clear and it sounds far from my kind of book.
5. Carry On by Rainbow Rowell
I had mixed thoughts on Fangirl, but I wasn’t particularly a huge fan of the Simon Snow chapters or slash fanfiction in general. I liked the idea at first of incorporating a story within a story, but I quickly lost interest. I have no real desire to read a full novel about Simon and Baz.
6. Any books by Nicholas Sparks
A few years ago I bought Safe Haven. It was cheap and everywhere and I just had to buy something. Did I read it? Nope. Did I ever have any real intention of reading it? Nope. Romance is something I read and enjoy sparingly, and why I ever thought I’d enjoy a Nicholas Sparks novel I have no idea.
7. South of Darkness by John Marsden
I’m not a big fan of the author’s Tomorrow series and I’ve never really been particularly interested in his other books. My mum recently bought and read this, and her rants throughout have definitely put me off this one.
8. Any other books by Paulo Coelho
The Alchemist is one of my least favourite books. I’m not into philosophy, and it just simply wasn’t for me. Looking at this other books, there’s nothing that really interests me or sounds like I’ll better luck with.
9. The Summer series by Jenny Han
I started reading this once and I didn’t like what I read, especially the main character. I have read To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before but it wasn’t quite as awesome for me as it was to a lot of other people. I just don’t think her books are for me.
10. The Catcher in the Rye by J.G. Salinger
*gasp* How dare I include a classic on this list?! Before I get anon hate about reading YA over classics, I love classics. This isn’t one that I have much desire to read, but was one I bought because I felt like I had to read it. My brother had to read it for school and he hated it and I never actually got my copy back. This wasn’t actually a bad thing because the more I think about it, the more I realise I don’t actually care about reading it. There’s a lot of other classics that are higher on my priority list that I’m genuinely excited about.
Thanks for reading! Feel free to share your thoughts on these books or your own top ten list
Rose had just had a very, very, long day and she all she wanted was to open her dorm room’s door, take the three steps to her bed, do a very satisfying faceplant, and not get up for several hours, days, weeks - she wasn’t picky. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a slight flaw in her plan, namely that there was already someone face down in her bed. She froze for a second, the chucks hanging off the end of her bed definitely didn’t belong to her roommate Donna, but then her ears caught a slight sound of whimpering and she realized the person was crying.
Fishing her Biology textbook out and letting her bag drop to the ground, she crept around to the side of the bed, making sure to give it a wide berth, the book held up in case the intruder turned out to be an axe murderer, albeit a sobbing axe murderer. He wasn’t an axe murderer, at least she was fairly certain axe murderers didn’t wear pin-striped suits or have arses that were quite that pleasing or had hair that looked silky smooth and…she snatched her hand back from where it was descending to determine the texture of that hair.
Her movement across the floor had done nothing to disturb the prostrate man and neither did her clearing her throat or dropping the textbook on her desk. In fact, he only seemed to cry harder. Casting one last glance at the door and vainly wishing Donna would appear and tell her how to handle sobbing strangers, Rose stepped closer to the bed and poked at the stranger’s shoulder. The resulting howl had her scurrying backwards to safety, but it also brought a torrent of words of which she understood about one in ten, just enough to piece together that his heart had recently been broken by some lady named Reinette and “you were right, you were so right!” Rose didn’t know who was right, but presuming it wasn’t her, finally cleared her throat again and spoke.
The quiet, “erm, hi! My name is Rose” brought his head up, chocolate brown eyes widening at her in confusion and slowly-dawning horror. He looked ready to bolt, but she stepped forward, patting his arm and inviting him to stay and tell her the story again, but this time more slowly and intelligibly. When Donna swung open the door forty-five minutes later, Rose and the Doctor - as he insisted all his friends called him - were seated side by side on Rose’s bed, the kettle was whistling merrily for tea, and the two were roaring with laughter at something neither of them could explain. She threw up her hands and declared she was hoping to get through all four years without inflicting Rose with her “skinny strip of nothing” brother and Rose said nothing and just grinned and by the time he left for the weekend, bound for his own university, it was clear she did not regret meeting the Doctor one little bit.