I won’t deny it! I’m a critical reader. I spend 98% of my reading time analysing books and there may or may not be a snarky interior monologue to go with that. (Sometimes that escapes into my Goodreads status updates.) And you know me, do I ever hesitate to give a book a low star rating?! No way! I can be super tough.
But I have to confess something to you, peoples.
THERE ARE SOME BOOKS THAT I WILL DEFEND NO MATTER WHAT.
And I mean NO MATTER what. Completely illogical? IN THIS CASE, I AM.
I’m as stupid as a pineapple frond around these books. I just love them unconditionally. Even when they have obvious failings. Even when the romance is iffy. Even when the plot sort of sagged here or there.
I WILL DEFEND THEM FOREVER.
Now, as a critical and analysing person, I decided to ask myself why I do this. Come on! I show serious, illogical favouritism. Why, Cait, why? And, even though I thought about this for a good 3 long seconds, I don’t have an answer. I just love some books unconditionally no matter what they do. Although, one thing I did notice is: I often go for an underdog. If I think a book is wonderful yet it gets a right royal bashing from a lot of people — odds are I’ll love the series MORE.
Because I’m cantankerous and disagreeable, apparently. But let’s not dwell on that.
Now I know what you’re thinking…
“SO, CAIT, WHICH BOOKS INSPIRE YOUR FIERCE LOYALTY WHILST YOU DEFEND THEM WITH ARAGORN-LIKE FLOWING LOCKS AND GLORY?”
I know that was the exact wording on your mind. So, wonderful. I’m glad you asked.
\\ By the way, I’m not having a go at you if you hate these books. I’m just talking about my fiercely loyal passions! //
- ALLEGIANT: I will forever feel like the ending was perfect and totally in line with the characters. FOREVER. I actually have reached a point in my fierce adoration where I will decline talking about Allegiant. I don’t want to argue whey I love it! But I get way too worked up in discussion about hates and loves. I’m like a tiny Allegiant-loving tornado. It’s scary. I have teeth and can bite.
- MOCKINGJAY: Again, with the deaths! I STILL THINK IT WAS PERFECT. I also believe that the deaths in Mockingjay weren’t “mindless” and they did serve purpose and they really represented how war can strike anyone. (Plus we had to remove That Certain Someone to tip Katniss over the edge so she’d go after Coin.)
- THE FAULT IN OUR STARS: Gus is pretentious? YES HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE! He wears pretentiousness like an armour and it’s so heartbreaking because, at the end of the book…he’s not nearly so cocky is he? Excuse me a moment, I need to go cry nine buckets of tears.
- THRONE OF GLASS: Actually, to be honest, Heir of Fire (book 3) wasn’t my favourite. I was really disappointed with the the lack of Chaol, basically. But that aside: I love Celaena Sardothien and her love of cake and puppies and murder. I can’t enter discussions on if this series is good or rubbish because I find myself turning into a porcupine. As cute as that sounds…it is not.
- CITY OF BONES: I cry inside every time someone says “Can’t Cassanrda Clare give up the Shadowhunters already?! She’s just doing it for the money”. Because, um, yes, she is. Writers do that. It’s called A CAREER. But that aside, I love all of Cassandra Clare’s books and barely ever find other fans. I tend to shriek and flail alone and it is sad, hence me = a little prickly when someone bashes it.
- THE MAZE RUNNER: I admit! This series is not perfect! (The movie and cast on the otherhand, totally are.) It’s confusing and the ending is weirdness and the romance leaves one sitting there looking feeling like they’ve been slapped with a tuna fish. Because, what even?! BUT. I love this series. I adore it. It’s exciting and unique and funny and just inspired something deep in my soul that wants to run from mechanical monsters, I guess. I can’t hear ill against it. I can’t.
I’m not saying I get ridiculously ranty around people who disagree with me and hate these books. I DON’T. Usually I don’t say anything. Because I DON’T MIND! Like ’em, hate ’em. It’s your decision and I can’t force you to be right like me. I’ll never fight someone over the series I get defensive about. I’m inwardly protective, and outwardly logical and calm. Heh. Mostly. Although I do draw the line when someone directly talks to me about how much they hate them. Then I get stompy.
These series are my small guilty passions. They’re the ones I’ll love always. They’re the ones I don’t say a bad word about (even if I secretly have faults with them).
Because I think, once in a while, it’s okay to blindly love a book and NOT be my average critical-analytical-reviewing-self. It’s okay to just be passionate about something. It’s okay to love that book or series like a protective mama bear. It’s okay to throw the “reviewer” title once in a while and just flail like an unabashed pineapple.
No regrets, blogglings.