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This Tuesday’s post is about books that have caused a change of heart after some time has passed.
I have always loved Pride and Prejudice. Despite my first reading of it having been assigned in a high-school English class, I loved it. (For me, there is nothing like having a book assigned that can guarantee it won’t be enjoyable – but despite that, this one was.) But, over time, and perhaps two or three more readings, I have come to love this book even more. I seem to notice more and more nuance in each re-reading, and it seems to mean something different to me at each stage of life that I’ve read it in. And for me, that is the mark of a truly great book.
As such a huge fan of Pride and Prejudice, when I first read this modernized update of the novel, I really liked it. But then the sequel came out, and I started to see Bridget in a different light. While at first she had seemed to be the first chick lit heroine, I started to view her portrayal as more of a farce. It almost seemed as if Helen Fielding was poking fun at Bridget, as well as her fans. To be honest, I haven’t bothered reading the third book in the series – and I’m not sure I ever will. Although, I have to say, I will always appreciate Bridget for introducing me to the chick lit genre.
I really enjoyed this book. I thought it would be the first in a long series of “zombie apocalypse” books that I would read and enjoy. But the second book in the series, The Dead-Tossed Waves, wasn’t nearly as engrossing, and I couldn’t even make it through the first third of the next book in the series, The Dark and Hollow Places. It made me feel differently about the whole series, unfortunately.
So, as a middle-grade reader, The Baby-Sitter’s Club books were my go-to reads for any and every occasion. Oh, how I loved Kristy, Mary Anne, Claudia, and Stacey. And I eventually came to love Dawn, Mallory, and Jesse, too. After a decades-long hiatus from keeping up with the girls and their baby-sitting adventures, I picked up one of these cherished favorites at a library I was working in at the time. And, it just wasn’t the same. Reader beware: much-loved childhood favorites sometimes look different when viewed from an adult perspective.
I remember reading this book in elementary school and really enjoying it. Years later, I read it for a children’s/YA literature course in college, and was shocked by the rape scene at the end of the book. It flabbergasted me that it was virtually hidden in the pages of a children’s book – it obviously went right over my head as a younger reader, as I’m sure it did for many others. But it forever changed the way I look at this book.