Have you ever read a book that, at the time, you didn’t feel a strong connection towards, but as time goes by you find yourself thinking about it a lot?Definitely. For now, I'm going to use Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi as a generic answer.
If you look at my review here, you can tell that I wasn't the biggest fan of Shatter Me. I didn't connect with the characters, thought the plot wasn't that well written, and was not the best dystopian novel I've read so far. However, I'm not sure why, but afterwards I was still thinking about the novel. And whatever amount of creepy this sounds, I even had a dream about the book o__o Again, I'm not sure why, but I just did.
Part of this is probably because a lot of my friends and fellow bloggers loved Shatter Me. I really felt like this is the type of book I'm supposed to like - lots of sexual tension (good for the teenage hormones, whoopee!), a freaky cool power that I've daydreamed about (touching people = dead people - check.), and of course, the genre I love, dystopias. The book was definitely readable - I got through it relatively quickly. So why didn't I love it?
What also made me think was the epic-ness of the trailer I watched and of how my friends and bloggers described the book. Usually we have the same tastes - so why didn't I feel the same way? Still, I'm not sure. So for now, I'm locking this small piece of my blogging life in the dark corners of my brain. Of course, form time to time, sometimes I ponder about it. But I'll always wonder - why not?
Other books I've thought of include: Struck by Jennifer Bosworth, Article 5 by Kristen Simmons, Goddess Interrupted by Aimee Carter, Starcrossed by Josephine Angellini, etc. Just a piece of my reading journey that I should have loved, but didn't. Hmph.
What about you guys? Is there a book that you didn't connect to, but always thought about it?