Last Tuesday marked the first day of my semester’s literature course. I consider myself to be a bit of a voracious reader, seeing as I spend a large chunk of my time in the library, reading or finding books, and then talking about them. Totally excited for the class, I sat down and waited for the rest of my classmates to trickle in.
I was sandwiched between two people, both book enthusiasts like me, of course. But as I overheard their conversations, my heart started to sink. They were throwing around names of novels I’d never read, fervently discussed exactly which Kurt Vonnegut novel was his best, and I found myself completely left out of the conversation because I had not read even two of the books they were discussing. I’d read one of them, in high school, but I couldn’t quote what was on page 15 and say it changed my life like they could. For a minute, I felt like a “bad” book nerd. What was my favorite book? It wasn’t written by Geoffrey Chaucer or Shakespeare. It was a YA novel, and is probably the same favorite book as throngs of other teenagers.
Later as I sat in the library and browsed, I started to think about what truly made someone a book nerd or a voracious reader or a book lover. And that’s when I decided upon my personal definition- someone who enjoys reading books.
It’s that simple!
You don’t need to memorize Shakespeare and read elevated literary fiction and have pretentious discussions on the use of allusions in Hemingway’s works in order to be a book enthusiast. You don’t need to feel bad about reading YA or comic books; whatever you read is awesome! Reading is awesome. If you read books, we’re best friends. Besides, you should enjoy what you read. Don’t read because someone else makes you- find a book YOU enjoy, and read it. Have a good time!
One good thing I did get out of this experience, though, was exposure to books I’d never considered reading before. For a while I’ve been waffling about trying more adult fiction, but I didn’t know where to start. I think when I was younger I told myself that I couldn’t relate to older, married characters with children in novels so I shouldn’t read books about them, but really, you can read whatever it is you want. This got me to start a book called The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd, which I currently adore.
It was wildly popular when it came out a few years ago, so I imagine many of you are nodding your heads and going, Yeah! I know that book! There’s a reason so many people bought and read this book; it’s moving and beautifully written, and I can’t wait to share my thoughts on it with you once I complete it and get all my emotions in order.
This post is all serving as an announcement of sorts that I will be beginning to review some more “literary” fiction in addition to the usual YA on this blog. We read quite a bit for my literature course, and I figure why not tell you guys about some of those in addition to what I’m reading for leisure?
Let me know what your thoughts are on the subject down in the comments below! Also, be sure to give me any recommendations you have because I am truly lost in terms of where to start with Vonnegut (besides Slaughterhouse Five) and other popular adult authors of our day.