15 day Book Blogger Challenge is a meme hosted by Good Books and Good Wine, here.
15 book related confessions
1. Too much fluff and happiness makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a fork.
2. A large majority of YA books have gotten to the point where nothing is original anymore.
3. Love triangles? Yawn.
4. Can we lay the 'blah blah blah will be the next J.K. Rowling' to rest now? No author is completely alike. There will be authors both greater and worse than the mighty J.K. Rowling.
5. Speaking of Queen Jo, it makes me sad that it now takes me up to 6 months to finish the new books she's written. They're amazing (when I actually finish them) and yet there's nothing in them that grabs me and makes me want to finish them. The characters don't appeal to me.
6. Bless the existence of ebooks because now I can just accumulate lots and lots of books and still have room for my favourite books on my shelves.
7. Physical books > Ebooks. Always.
8. Will never buy a book by Cassandra Clare again.
9. Nothing I love more than a novel that effectively combines romance and crime.
10. I admit it, I may judge people by the contents of their bookshelves. I have a strong aversion to chick-lit. If that makes me anti-feminist or something... I'm sorry.
11. I have that problem where I'll buy more books despite the fact that I have loads of un-read stuff on my shelf. That's not really a confession. That is a universal problem.
12. Books sometimes aren't always better than films. (You know it could be like Twilight... both the films and the books are awful)
13. I am that person that has to carry a book around everywhere, even if I'm only going to the shop for some bread.
14. You caught me. I do judge books by their cover. (Cover art is supposed to be a marketing tool and if the cover doesn't even relate to the narrative in some - rational - shape or form THEN WHAT IS THE POINT? And redoing the covers of classical novels like Pride and Prejudice to join the Twilight trend? No. Get out.)
15. I really can't sit and read YA books about whiny little 15 years old anymore. It has become a form of torture for my brain.
What are your confessions?
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