First off: I hope you appreciated my title. Did you? BEHOLD, it rhymes. (Sort of.) Um…okay! Okay! Stop looking at it. Look back down here at my wonderful typed words. (Because I truly do have something of substance to stay. Believe it or not.)
A few days ago, I was on Facebook (yes, it happens to me too) and an author asked what genre people read the most. What a very ingenious and interesting question! I decided to comment (I’m more of the silent creepy “liker”, if you know what I mean) and then…I was stumped.
A single genre? What…single genre…do I read the most?
My brain filed a sad little report that can be summarised like this: I don’t have a favourite genre.
I feel like I should. I feel like I should have favourite books and genres and authors and styles and — at least something. Am I really that bad at committing?
Before weeping and gnashing of teeth began, I decided that maybe it was a GOOD thing.
I read a lot. I read widely. I think I’ve read a little something from every Young Adult and Middle Grade genre.
Do I get a sticker? Just a little one? Please. Someone. Anyone?
To prove my point (ha, as if you ever doubted me), I will show you the last 6 books I’ve read:
(Take a moment to appreciate the awesomeness of these covers. Seriously, I loooove book covers.)
Enter The Bluebird by Brendan Halpin is about superheroes! It follows the story of a girl whose superhero mother disappears and she’s left to take her mother’s position (on short notice). The city is all Gotham style, with crime and blood and guts everywhere. She’s only 15. It was really quirky but dark.
Indelible by Dawn Metcalf is a fey book. Paranormal. Being about fairies, it has four-leaf clovers and creepy creatures and badly made brownie (the cake, that is, not the boggarts). Being paranormal it also has a doomed romance between gymnast Joy and invisible Ink. Literally. He’s invisible. Don’t ever think your love-life has issues.
Hate List by Jennifer Brown is a contemporary. Schools. Cliques. Bad lunches. It’s also about a school shooting, which turns anything quirky really sad. It was a SAD book. Seriously. Tissue box, please.
Unbreathable by Hafsah Laziaf is a sci-fi. Bring on the planets and lack of oxygen! Earth is destroyed (or is it?) and the narrator, Lissie, is human (or maybe not?) and the Jutes are an evil race (or are they?). Basically, question everything this book tells you.
Something Strange and Deadly by Susan Dennard is zombies! (We have to have a zombie book in here, right?!) It’s set in the late 1800s, with hoop skirts, parasols, and the living dead. Eleanor Fitt is basically a misfit (ha. ha.) and looking for her missing brother. Maybe the dead ate him?
Of Poseidon by Anna Banks is a mermaid tail (har…har…tail/tale. Yes, I’m hilarious). It has a contemporary feel, but with fins and gills. After the narrator, Emma, finds she’s a mermaid, she has to sprout a fin, avoid complicated explanations about how she can hold her breath underwater for 20 minutes, and not fall in love with uber-handsome Prince Galen. No sweat.
Can we say VARIETY??! Yes, yes we can.
cait likes mushrooms. due to this and her enthusiasm for second breakfasts, she likes hobbits. she’s looking forward to the desolation of smaug. hopefull in 3D. (she’ll have to twist mime’s arm.) in her spare time, cait plays cello, pretends to write, and envisions herself as a famous blogger. in answer to your next question: no. reality is not a big deal for her.