Yeah... Well, I wanted to do this entry quite a while now, but, well, I just finish the book today (almost now, I finish the book I came to computer). Actually, her second book...
I must say first that I was totally against those pop, teen books. I hated them. What is the funny in ready about stupid teens and theirs even-more-stupid problems? I mean, that’s not funny, not even interesting! So I was entirely against reading then. I even refused to indicate them in my work - that turns to be in a bookstore.
Huh, but you can probably figure out, a book of Meg Cabot falls in my hand. And, well, I read it.
It all happen to be that way: in my work we have selling goals. So, to stimulate us to sell more books they instated a prize to everyone who achieves their selling goals. And, no big deal in that, but I achieve my selling deal for two months now. And, oh, I guess I forgot to say that that do-your-work-and-gain-a-reward have... two months. Yes, I am doing right there. Not that right, I’m pretty sure that I can do better, but actually… It’s ok that way.
Back to the main subject.
Actually, when you work in a bookstore that also sells CDs and electronic equipments; you figure out that you’ll win... Books. No surprise in the there. Books, sample CDs and promotional gifts. That was what I gained.
So the book came to my hands. All free. It happened to be “Jinx”, from Meg Cabot. My first reaction was: “Huh? Meg Cabot?” And, you see, the book is in English. Oh, right, like I haven’t read anything in life in English. Not even Harry Potter 7 entirely like a geek in two days, not only in home but also in work. No, I didn’t do that.
Oh, and I’m being sarcastic, by the way.
So I looked at “Jinx”, with a “Cover Art not Final” in bright red and white colors in the cover and thought... Will I read that? That. Meg Cabot. I’ll not read this, will I? So I put the book in my on top of my wardrobe (that isn’t that height, actually, is smaller than normal wardrobes) and forget it...
For two days.
So there I was, in my computer when it just shut down alone. The computer, I mean. I kept lookin’ at it, like “Huh? What happened?” It was late, I was a little sleepy, and so I let it alone (the next day I figured out that the computer overheated due to 12 hours of uninterruptedly usage).
So my eyes fell on the book.
Let’s make that clear: I was bored and was too early to go to bed. I am reading now “When Nietzsche wept”, although I don’t touch the book for three days now, but I am reading it. But I was so lightheaded by the sudden shut down, that I didn’t want to pull myself into a complicated story of the “birth of psychoanalysis”.
So I caught the book above my wardrobe.
When I started to read I saw the obvious: that I would be totally captivated by the book until I finish it. It was so easy to read! So light, and fun, and not that I-am-the-cool-girl-that-is-madly-in-love-with-the-cool-boy-with-is-not-the-problem-the-problem-is-that-all-the-characters-in-the-fuckin-book-are-stupid. I just couldn’t stop. And when I notice I read almost half or more of the book. In one night. And see, I never sleep after midnight, and the computer overheated, I don’t know, nine o’clock, maybe? So, hell, yes, I read like a freakin’ geek. Not that I am not a geek. But I guess that I lost that status long ago.
And that was how I caught myself reading Meg Cabot like a fan. Fan. Can you believe that? I became a fan; Shoot me, please?
And the next day, when I finish the book, I was planning to buy another one.
And I did it the day after.
And now, here I am. After finishing the second book of Meg Cabot. Actually it was “All-America Girl”. And, yeah, I liked that one too. Not as much as I liked “Jinx”, but, hey, David is cute (even so not cute as Zac). But Sam is so oblivious, clueless and the blind type that make it me nervous. I almost dropped the book because se resemble me that girl-in-love-but-also-so-stupid-that-hurts of these teen books that I hate.
But she was not. Actually she was pretty much like me, I see it now. And that’s not a happy substantiation.
But how can I fight it back? I mean, I loved Meg Cabot’s style! And I don’t even like stories narrated by the main character! Oh, fine, there are some exceptions, like my beloved Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series, but… but… I shouldn’t like it! I’m feeling so freakin’ stupid! I’m even using “freaking” all the time, like Meg Cabot’s characters. Ok, can you please shoot me now?
Oh, right, I am being drama queen. But I’m chocked! I never liked that type of literature! I claimed that Tolkien was my Master. I read Philip Pullman! I read Stephen King! How can I put Meg Cabot’s book in that row? Am I being too much strict in my tastes?
Probably. Almost certain.
And I’m not proud of it, and, to be sincere, I’m willing to read more books. Why? I really hate to have prejudice against anything. And, c’mon, I was being really limited.
So, yes, now I’ll read Mrs. Cabot’s books, because they are good and deserves to be read with the same dignity that I read others well conceited writers. Because, after all, her books are bestsellers. Who am I to say bad things about them?
Next book? Teen Idol.