|I wasn’t reading a Mary Higgins Clark book, but this is such a nice picture of her on the author’s cruise I attending a few years ago.|
I love reading. It’s my number 1 sport/activity/fun thing to do. I’ve read while others shopped, while I waited for my kids to ride the roller coaster, even at movie theaters when my friends stayed and watched the movie that I couldn’t take anymore.
And while I love books, there are very few that I dislike. I may like some more than others, but that’s personal preference. Right now I can’t get enough paranormal and historical and if it’s a paranormal/historical, all the better. I even reread books when the characters become so real to me that I have to visit them again. Usually I can find something I like in almost every book I pick up.
While I was in the hospital I read 5 books. I was disappointed in every one of them. Characters I didn’t like, plot holes a mile wide, boring story lines. Once I got home I picked up a book by an author I’ve read for years and once again felt that tug in my heart at reading something made me feel good again. I knew I would be rereading this book.
After I tried to write blurbs about the hospital books and couldn’t think of anything nice to say, I took some time to mull this over. I wasn’t at my best in the hospital, but was this enough to taint the enjoyment of the book for me or were they just crappy books? I’ve read some of these authors before and enjoyed their stories. After all, once I was home, in my own bed, the book I was reading came alive for me. I was relaxed and felt good.
Now, I don’t want to return to the hospital to test this theory by reading one of my favorite books there, but I decided to give those 5 books another chance in the future.
I wonder how many books have gotten bad word of mouth because of the time, place and frame of mind of the reader? I’ve blogged about my opinions of reviews in the past (and everyone has their own idea of their merits or not), but this was almost like a test case for me.
I’ve always been of the mind that there is a reader for every book (even if it’s not me) and we are very lucky to have so many to choose from. Books take me somewhere special and I treasure each one that does that for me. So here’s to giving second chances.
Bottom Line: Maybe if I would have had the fancy drink with the little umbrella in it while I was in the hospital, I would have enjoyed the books more.