Books, My Life

Changing Attitudes to Literature

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I wrote this title and then nothing else, leaving present me to try and figure out what the fuck the brainwave was that prompted this title. I think I’ve figured it out though.

Or maybe I haven’t and past me is hella pissed at present me for doing this to her post.

Basically I think what I was banging on about was how the way that I view literature has changed.

I used to be very limited in terms of what books I would be willing to read and I kind of didn’t move away from that. I hung about in the YA section for years, and still do, but I only really went with authors that I trusted and stuck with topics that I kind of felt safe with. I read many a variation of teenagers falling in love. I considered Hunger Games a real step out of the box.

I was comfortable in that.

And then I did A Level English and I kind of had to force myself to read a bit differently. Find books related to one topic (one year war, the other year love. One year was reeaalllll cheery…) and then read them so I had a better chance at doing well in the exam. I had to read a lot of classics that I never even would have considered. I read a lot more poetry then I ever have before. I started looking at literature with a more critical eye.

And then I had the crazy idea to do a degree in it and that came with it’s own reading lists as well. And meant that I had to widen my horizons even further. I had to read a lot of books that I never even thought of reading before, at one point I had a whole week that was all about Chick Lit which was just never on my radar. It opened me up to a whole new variety of books that I would have just passed whenever I went into a Waterstones.

Once it became apparent that I had opened the floodgates then a whole bunch of new genres were open to me and then everything got stressful. Because now I have soooo many books to choose from and I want to read everything. And the list just seems to get longer and longer each day.

But on the other hand, there are still books and genres that haven’t been able to win me over completely yet. Like historical fiction for the most part. There are some areas of fantasy and sci-fi that are a bit too sci-fi-y for me and something that I can’t quite mesh with yet. I also don’t do horror. Yet. I mean I wanna read IT so I feel like that might change.

Basically I have stopped writing off genres because I realised throughout the latter stages of my education that I was limiting so much potentially good literature. I was missing out on potentially finding my new favourite book. Like The Night Circus. That book very much fucks with fantasy and yet it could have been something that I never read because the extent of my dalliance with that was just Harry Potter. Same goes for The Bone Season. Or The Graces. In fact I’m going to stop listing all the potential books that I could have missed out on because I could go on for a while.

It also meant that I didn’t limit myself to sticking to genres so much anymore. I’m in my mid-20’s and yet I will always spend an equal amount of time in the YA section as I do the ‘adult’. I am drawn to covers in a big and I rarely read blurbs anymore. I like the surprise of going into a new book. For the most part these days I don’t even truly register what section of the bookshop I’m in. I just pick up a book, judge it by its cover and then sometimes fall hard and fast in love with it.

This very much only applies to novels at the moment. My relationship with poetry is relatively minimal and the only plays that I really get involved with are written by Shakespeare and then you can chuck in the odd Pinter play too. So, that’s something that I am consciously trying to introduce into my reading habits because I know that I am missing on some great stuff there.

Like I said, it’s kind of horrifying having so many options because I’m terrible with options, but it’s also great because I have so many options.

I’ve questioned quite a bit whether an English degree was the right move for me for countless reasons, but the one thing that I am thankful for is that it forced me out of my old reading habits and introduced me to new things and it instilled a greater want to dive further into some genres and to really try an unearth my new favourite book.

What about you? Has the books that you’ve been drawn changed a lot over the years?

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