Savannah Jaye

Since I started college I haven’t really been as adamant about reading as I should be.

However, when I was in Elementary, Middle, and High School it was near impossible to get a book out of my hands. And I mean any book. I don’t honestly know that I’ve ever finished reading a book and absolutely hated. There has only been three books that I’ve started and hadn’t finished: Little Women, The Scarlet Letter, and For Whom The Bell Tolls (and that was only because they were due back to the library). I read theChronicles of Narnia for the first time in third grade. I read the first three Harry Potter books in fourth grade. I read Pride and Prejudice in fifth grade. I read Gone With The Wind in sixth grade. I read War and Peace in seventh grade. I read Sense and Sensibility in eighth grade.  I start my angst years off right with Perks of Being a Wallflowerand Catcher In The Rye in tenth grade. I chose to read The Fountainhead instead of To Kill A Mockingbird in the eleventh (and I still haven’t read it to this day). I read As I Laying Dying, 1984, Animal Farm, We The Living, Frankenstein, Beauwolf, and a thousand other books for my AP Literature class my senior year. But, let’s be honest, now I’ve started bragging.

I’ve read trashy romance novels. I’ve read historical ficition. I’ve read poetry. I’ve read biographies. I’ve read auto-biographies. I’ve read self-help books. I’ve read philosophy books. I’ve read trivia books. I’ve read literary analysis. I’ve read relationship advice books. I’ve read literature. I’ve read young adult. I’ve read graphic novels. I’ve read sci-fi. I’ve read children’s literature. I’ve short stories. I’ve read collections of essays. I’ve read flash fiction. I’ve read joke books. I’ve read all of their Christian counterparts.

The truth is, though, is that in all of those books there hasn’t been a single one that I’ve hated. I can’t dislike a book.

I get emotionally connected to a book and to a character in a way that’s extremely hard to explain. And just like I always see the best in people, I always end up seeing the best in the book too. The time I put into reading a book is like developing any friendship, and just like I can’t tell you who my worst friend is, I wouldn’t dream of throwing a book under the bus (metaphorically or literally) by saying it was the worst one I’ve ever read.

That honestly may be a huge part of the reason why I’ve had to force myself not to read The Twilight Series—I would never forgive myself for admitting that they’re any good.

However I have yet to read a book on a tablet/kindle/online/etc, but when that day comes, I may be able to say that that is the worst book I’ve ever read.