I just picked up a book I was really looking forward to. I liked the author, so much so that I didn’t even research the book much, I just bought it as soon as I saw that she had written something new.
Wait. I’m telling this wrong. I have to go back—about a decade back, when I was in my first year of teaching, before I had a book published. I had this student. She was evil. I don’t say that lightly. I have known thousands of kids in my life as a teacher and later as a writer, and she is one of the few that was just…evil. Soulless. She was cruel to others. I have never disliked any human being as much as I disliked this girl. I like to think, despite my personal feelings, I was able to be impartial to this girl as a student. I know I graded her fairly, I hope I treated her fairly. I definitely lost my temper at her, especially when she mocked a fellow student who was handicapped, which she did often. I could not like this girl. But I tried to be fair.
So today, more than a decade later, I picked up this book that I was looking forward to.
The heroine shares the same name as this girl.
They’re nothing alike. Except for the name. And I…cannot read this book.
There are lots of reasons to not read, not finish, or actively dislike a book. I don’t read books with angels in them; I just don’t. I don’t read books about dead siblings. And, apparently, I can’t read a book where a girl has the same name as that student I had ten years ago.
Don’t feel bad if you don’t like a book, for whatever reason. There are lots of books out there. You don’t have to validate or justify your reasons. Just read something else.
Spread this like wildfire, people