Don’t ever let anyone make you feel embarrassed or ashamed of your book tastes. Or any tastes, for that matter.
Just recently, I received a phone call from a cousin, a high school senior, who was humiliated by the majority of the members of her book club when she listed the Twilight and Vlad Tod series among some of her favorite books. According to her, they laughed and mocked her preference of the young adult vampire books when a large number of them were reading Stephen King and Nicholas Sparks.
This completely disgusts me. You can make fun of Twilight or Vlad Tod because you think they‘re ridiculous, sure, that’s your decision. But when you start putting down other people because they don’t, that’s when you turn into what I like to call an asshat.
It’s just like when somebody walks into the room and sees that I’m watching Spongebob. Let the nasty looks commence! I love cartoons. I watch them more than real, live shows. And I’m twenty years old. So what? That’s my preference. That’s what I like to watch. Why should it matter to anybody else when it makes me happy?
It’s the same with reading. I’m twenty years old, but the only section you’ll catch me in at the bookstore is Teens/Young Adult. And I know readers well into their forties that are the same way. We’re the readers, we’re reading for our enjoyment, nobody else. If you want to read a mature, sophisticated novel with adult characters and adult problems, good for you. But that doesn’t make you better than any of us who read about vampires, werewolves, angels, faeries, all of those paranormal creatures and good ol’ fashion teenage angst.
Point of the rant? Like what you like and don’t allow anybody to convince you that you‘re wrong or stupid for it. Anybody who tries to drag you down for the things that make you happy is extremely ridiculous and immature as they’re trying to make you feel.
And really? Stephen King and Nicholas Sparks? Yawn. YA is the shiznit.