We read this book:
I really enjoyed the book. It was British and had angsty romance, so you knew I was all about it. If you aren't familiar with the story, it's about these two people, Emma and Dexter, who meet on the day of their college graduation. Then it follows them on that same day every year for the next 20 years or so. Each chapter is that day the next year. Sometimes Emma and Dexter are together, sometimes they are apart. Sometimes they call each other, sometimes they thing about each other, sometimes they don't. But it's all about how they grow and learn and how their lives intersect.
It's a very cool concept, and I liked watching them grow up. The writing was great, and there were many times I wish I would have thought to start underlining lines that I loved. It's going to come out as a movie in 2011 starring Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess (yum), and I think it will be just the kind of movie that I love.
OMG, I want to sop him up with a biscuit!
(If you haven't noticed by now, I am very boy crazy.)
As much as I enjoyed it, though, I sort of want to just put it on the shelf and never think about it again. Have you ever read a book that just hits too close to home? I read as an escape from my life, so I really don't want to spend my free time reading a book like this...a book that felt like I was reading ABOUT my life. I don't need to read about my life...I live it every day.
Aside from the obvious, Emma is a high school English teacher who works toward becoming a MG/YA author*, there were so many ways in which I related to Emma's struggles in life. At the beginning of the book I felt like I didn't like her very much, but eventually I realized that it was because we were so similar, and in some way reading Emma's sections of the book felt like being inside of my own head. (I'm in my own head all the time, and, trust, it's an emo place with skinny jeans and hair in your face and eyeliner.) And while I should think this is cool (isn't that a great thing in a book? To be able to relate to it so well?), I just found it depressing, and I closed the book feeling sad and defeated about my own life.
I guess it's a good thing that a book made me FEEL so much, but it made me feel stuff I didn't want to feel. And it left me feeling eh about I book I think I would have truly loved otherwise.
And I think this has a lot to do with why I love to read and write YA. For me, YA truly is an escape. It's an escape to a time in life that I both loved and hated, but, no matter what, it never feels like what I'm going through right now, and I love that.
Have you ever had a weird experience with a book like this?
*It did bug me at one point in the book that she talks about wanting to finish up her MG/YA series so she can write something "real" and she constantly downplays her MG/YA series by saying "oh, it's just a silly thing for teenagers." Grr.