There are a few books that I absolutely 110% adored but am refusing to reread in case doing so ruins them for me. Some of these have sequels too which I’m refusing to read for the same reason (and in two of the cases I have the sequels but it seems they’re destined to remain on my bookcase forever unread). And other books that I liked but just don’t think I’ll reread for whatever reason.
1) I am Number Four by Pittacus Lore. I read it once, I loved it and I bought the first of the sequels. I keep thinking I’ll re-read the first one before reading the second but I can’t make myself. I’ve not seen the film either
2) The Colour Purple by Alice Walker (I have read the sort of sequels to this though)
3) The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. One of my friends posted on facebook earlier this week that she was reading this and it was predictable. She lied. It was epic. But I’m not so sure the story of Hazel and Gus would be as good second time round.
4) If I Stay by Gayle Foreman. This was quite possibly one of the most amazing books I’ve ever read. The will she or won’t she stay question keeps going until the very last moment culminating in one of the most touching endings I’ve ever read. Would I enjoy it as much knowing what happens? I don’t know. A huge part of the power of If I Stay came from the what if? so I doubt it. The sequel is on my bookshelf. I was very excited to spot it in the supermarket last year. But the idea of actually reading it. No thank you. I don’t want my fond memories of an amazing book ruined by what came next.
5) Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. I loved loved loved the musical of this. I liked the book a lot. Although frankly the fact I booked tickets 10 days before going to see the musical and then decided I needed to read the full, unabridged book before going to see it might be why I didn’t love it. I finished the book. I wouldn’t read it again but if I could get an abridged version of just whats in the musical I’d happily give that a go.
6) The God of Small Things by Arundati Roy. Brilliant, brilliant book. And then the ending made me really uncomfortable and even squicked me out a bit.
7) A Thread of Grace by Mary Doria Russell. This sits on my book case and frequently catches an eye. As does another of the author’s unrelated books. But the little voice suggesting those moments that took my breath away made me say “yes!” and think how well it portrayed disability might not be there the second time round stops me actually picking it up.
8) The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. Several years ago I did a creative writing class. In the first session you had to introduce yourself to the person next to you who then introduced you to the group. At least four people either answered the questions “what’s your favourite book?” with this or didn’t but then added in when this came up that they loved it too. I listened to the audiobook of it and loved it. I’d happily give a copy as a gift but so far I’ve no desire to relisten to it. And I doubt I’d enjoy the print version as much.
9) Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. Another one I was introduced to by that creative writing class. One of the times we did that “introductions” exercise (I did several terms of the course and each term started with it) the person next to me said this but I’d not heard of it. Someone else lent me a copy and I was hooked. It wasn’t my first ever dystopia (that was The Handmaid’s Tale) but it was the one which made me love the genre.
10) Fever by Mary Beth Keane. I reviewed this book last year. It’s not one I would have chosen for myself but I saw it at a blogger event and thought it was worth a go because I knew people who would love it if I didn’t. So far I’ve read it and so have two of my friends. All three of us loved it. It might be the best book I read last year.
11) The Lawgiver by Herman Wouk. Because it was good but really, really weird (the author and his wife appear as characters in it). And sometimes weird is best left alone.
12) Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. I’ve read and loved several by her sisters. I can’t really explain what this is about. I couldn’t even do it when I was in the middle of reading it. I finished it and was like “I think I liked it but I definitely didn’t understand it.”
13) The First Last Kiss by Ali Harris. The best chicklit book I’ve read in a long time and a massive weepy. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to read that again.