So, as I write this, I’m sitting in a bar on a Monday afternoon – pretty good, right? I’m meeting a friend for dinner, and naturally, dinner is preceded by pre-dinner drinks. It just makes sense. Now, I’m not just bragging. There is a reason I tell you this. Said friend is running a tad late. This is no problem – a half hours peace with a glass of cider is never a problem. I order, I sit, and I instinctively hit the Kindle app icon on my phone. I’m in the middle of a book (Inhuman, by Kat Falls, since you ask) and half an hour free to read seems like a good thing.
However, I am seriously not enjoying this book. It’s a typical dystopia – this is how the world is, oh wait, it’s not, oh wow now I hate the government. I’m not knocking this – I love these books when they’re done well. This particular book though has thrown in the inevitable love triangle which I just have no interest in whatsoever. It started with Twilight (no, Harry, Ron and Hermione were never a love triangle, I don’t care what you say) and has been present in at least 83% of young adult books since (statistics are sourced from the Barney Stinson Institute). The plain girl being fought over by two very different but both very wonderful men has been done to death. Now, if this is what you’re into, fair play to you. You’ll enjoy this book. But it’s not for me.
There’s a simple solution – stop reading every dystopian book that crosses my path. But I have issues (one at a time, please). I am obsessed with this genre. I have no idea why. And the worst part is, even if I don’t like a book, I will finish it. I need to know what happens to the characters. Even if it’s characters I dislike or the outcome is obvious, I need to know. What does this say about me? Am I easily suckered in? Has every book I’ve read in the last couple of years had astounding character development? I have no idea. Is this a rather rambly blog post? Why yes, yes it is.
I suppose it could be seen as a good thing – I’m dedicated, and I have to see something through to the end, no matter what. Or I’m just pernickety about unfinished story lines. I’ll finish this book, and I’ll probably complain about how predictable it was. A glutton for punishment, you might say.
Is anyone else like this? Is there a solution? Answers on a postcard please…