Weight update! I'm down to 203lbs. YAY! I'm finally able to wear a shirt I bought six months ago but haven't been able to wear. I've still got a long way to go, but the work is paying off :) Also, that means I'm up to 12 books to donate!
I came to a horrifying realization over the weekend: Not everyone is going to like my book. You're shocked, I know. I was shocked too. I fully believe that foul-mouthed angels perched on my shoulder while I was writing the thing. So, I mean, not liking my book is like hating puppies or something. But it's true. Not everyone is going to be able to relate to my sex-obsessed teen boy character. Some people will be turned off by the profanity. Some people just hate to laugh. And you know what, it's okay.
But still, that's a tough realization for a writer to come to. Ollie's hilarious march toward his own death has been a part of my life for quite some time now. I've eaten, breathed, and lived The Deathday Letter for almost two years. I love it more than I love my blind dog. And when I realized that not everyone is going to dig Ollie's adventure, it made me sad. And then upset. And then I finally realized that we all have different tastes. I began thinking about the books I didn't like and it made me feel better.
I detest Hemingway's books. Hate is more appropriate. I think he wrote overrated dreck that is more appropriate lining the bottom of a bird cage. I think his terse style and spare characterizations were simply a cover for the fact that he sucked at writing. I read every single one of his books and most of his short stories and never found anything worthwhile in them. Hills Like White Elephants is maybe the most ridiculous story of all time.
I also didn't like Catcher in the Rye. For the most part, I felt that Holden was an entitled, hypocritical brat who used his disaffection to avoid life in an unmeaningful way.
I didn't like Slaughterhouse Five. I thought it was dull and uninspired.
I didn't like Naked Lunch. To me, it was pretentious and self-indulgent.
Now, I'm not trying to start an argument with the people who love these books. What I'm doing is proving that taste is highly subjective. I dislike books that a large percentage of people who read them, love. And that's okay. It's okay because it means that it's okay for people to dislike my book. And that's just something that writers have to get used to.
So tell me: Are there any books that you didn't like that it seems everyone else was drooling over? Leave me some comments! But keep it classy. Even if you really didn't dig a book, there's a writer out there who hearts it more than anything.
And don't forget: Only ten days left to send in your story and enter to win a slightly damaged ARC. Also, if you're shy, you can just leave your name. I understand.