Least Favourite Book
You’re kidding right? I have enough trouble remembering my faves, let alone the ones I’d rather not remember at all. Okay restorative brain power, come to me now. Go go gadget memory!
In the vague mist of my long term reading memory (that would be, oh say, the last 5 years or so) I do recall reading a book that I thought was pretty good, light enterntainment. Excitement, joy and happiness ensued at discovering an author who had written other potentially good books to occupy my twilight reading hours. I sourced out another of her novels and set myself up in sweet anticipation. But hark? What’s this? The first story told of a woman moving from Australia to Ireland, and this one now tells of a woman moving from Ireland to Australia? The characters are different but some of the names are the same? Gees woman, in need of new material much? This royally pissed me off.
Honestly, I don’t remember much about the books other than that, and perhaps on re reading I wouldn’t be so harsh. The author was Monica McInernay, and I think the two books were called Spin the Bottle and Upside Down Inside Out. I’ve never read anything else of hers since, although that’s not to say nothing else of hers is any good. Like I said, I enjoyed the first book I read, but didn’t appreciate reading such a similar story with the second.
On a side note, this book challenge business is obviously entirely subjective. One person’s favourite is another’s least favourite. I nearly went with Water for Elephants, because although spectacularly written and a moving story, it really was just too sad for me. I could never bring myself to read it again. But in fear of grand retribution, I thought it best to go with something a little less mainstream bestseller.