Ok, I know, I lied.
I had every intention of catching up yesterday, thinking I could easily knock over my blogs. I didn’t even open wordpress to start.
Things in the last three days have been a blur of midnight sales to get a jump on Christmas, Christian Grey, Tournaments, Anastasia Steele, getting my home organised, and Christian Grey. Yes, he is in there twice.
I’m the first to admit, that when it comes to books, if I like it, I will cleave to it. Whether or not the book is regarded as “badly written” I will still read and love it. When it comes to books, I have been always been ignorant of others’ opinions of them. I don’t care who thinks what of it, I like it. And while some people are likening 50 Shades of Grey to an extended Mills and Boon trashy read, I have been blissfully submerged in the novels for the last three days. It has given my brain some much needed space.
I have been told that I read books of poor quality, that reading a book designed to stimulate you in places other than your brain is a literary faux pas, and that I should be looking for harder reads. The thing that is frustrating me is that I read “harder” books. I have spoken before about my favorite authors, and I have always insisted that I have an eclectic taste when it comes to the written word. Just because I choose to dive into a novel with a mindset to block out the world doesn’t mean that I am an ignorant, trailer-trash reader.
I don’t always read to be stimulated. Sometimes I read to escape – that’s when I read Harry Potter. Sometimes I read to give my brain space – that’s when I read Mills and Boon. Sometimes I read to remember – that’s when I read Anne Of Green Gables. And you know what? Sometimes I read for my enjoyment – and that’s when I’ll read 50 Shades of Grey.
Yes, there is sex in 50 Shades, Lots and Lots of sex. There is also terror, and mystery, and love, and grief, and fierce loyalty.
When it comes to books and the written word, I am no hipster. If there is hype around a book, I will read it. I won’t look deeply into whether or not the author uses too many words, when a few will do. I won’t say something is badly written if I haven’t read it. I will appreciate it for what it is: someones hard work they have put out into a world where everyone is quick to condemn and slow to praise.
I know people who have written great stories, yet don’t even try for publishing because they are scared someone will tear them to shreds. The people who do have the guts to put anything on a shelf deserve kudos.
Even if some people think something is badly written and that I am selling myself short by reading it, I will still read it. What I read, and what I enjoy is more important to me than others opinions. Reading is my escape, I don’t do it to look smart or funny or like I have the knowledge of the world inside my head. Maybe others should try that.