BTT: The book I should have loved

2008 at 3pm     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

What, in your opinion, is the best book that you haven’t liked? Mind you, I don’t mean your most-hated book–oh, no. I mean the most accomplished, skilled, well-written, impressive book that you just simply didn’t like.

When I read this question, I knew that I’d had the experience, but nothing came to mind immediately.  After consulting my LT library, I found several books that everyone else seemed to love, and that are accomplished, skilled, well-written, and impressive, but that I just didn’t get into.

Atonement by Ian McEwan: I don’t know what it was, but I just didn’t like this book.  I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t have that feeling of awe and wonder that so many people mention when they talk about it. I’m not very familiar with European geography or World War II history, so there were a lot of places I couldn’t picture and references that didn’t make sense to me, but I also didn’t find the story all that compelling.  I dunno, it was just “meh.”

Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer: I loved the writing and the language of this book, but again, I didn’t find the story very compelling.  Interesting? Yes.  Unputdownable? No.  I did read it during a very busy time in college, though, so I’m thinking a re-read might be in order because according to all other accounts, I should be totally in love with it.

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck: I read this for summer reading going into my junior year of high school.  I was cooped up in my grandparents’ house in south Georgia for a week that miserable for a variety of reasons, and this book didn’t make things any better.  I did love the turtle chapters, though.  I just couldn’t get into it.  That was almost ten years ago, so I will definitely do a re-read because I really feel like this is one I should love or at least enjoy.

On the Road by Jack Kerouac: Is it just me, or can you tell by reading this book that he wrote it during a three-week drug binge? I suppose that might be part of its charm, but I don’t get it.  I trudged through this one a few summers back after one of my best friends read and loved it.  I feel like loving this book would make me cooler, but I can’t do it.  I’m not sure a re-read would make any difference.  Someday, I suppose.

And not that I consider her accomplished, skilled, well-written, or impressive, but tons of people I know LOVE Jodi Picoult, and that, I just don’t get.

What’s the book you should have loved but didn’t?  Do you love one of the ones I didn’t?

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