I’m going to approach each post based on the order I read my summer reading list. After reading 23 Nancy Drew books in under two weeks, I took a small break in which I read three books I’d been meaning to read forever- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, and Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. I’m not dedicating a post (or three) to them because they’re not my favorite books. I only read them in one chunk because my family visited our beach house for the first time as a family (with dog in tow…), and I would have 5 days completely dedicated to avoiding their pestering and to relax before getting calls about summer job offers (that were refused. Sigh.). Let’s just say the first book had an interesting perspective (a boy with autism), the second one I enjoyed a lot more and could relate a teeny tiny bit, and the last one was a lecture to the reader on how to live his or her life.
After I returned from the beach, I was active for a few days, but then I felt the slight tug pulling me to my bookshelf. Nothing there was adequate to re-read in the mood I was in (do you ever get that way, where you can ONLY read a very certain type of book when you’re in the EXACT mood? That’s how my entire life has been!) Anyway, I walk into the master bedroom to bother my mother (she does love it, especially when she’s working) and there. I saw it. A Night Like This by Julia Quinn.
How many of you are Julia Quinn readers? Have you heard of her but never read her? You should! My mother’s read her books since the first one was published in the late 90s. My mother and I share a very similar type of genre we like to read, and so I was intrigued by these Julia Quinn books I saw my her read…especially because they were …off limits!! Julia Quinn has several sex scenes in her novels, and they’re nowhere near erotica level, but still, my ever-controlling mother didn’t want her middle school daughter being “influenced,” or whatever parents think of books like that. Well. That wasn’t going to stop me. I wanted to read a GOOD romance story! Middle school geared novels didn’t have “love.” They had “crushes.” I didn’t want crushes! I was so very, very tired of immature romance (I like to consider myself older beyond my years). Freshman year, therefore, I picked up my first Julia Quinn novel, stolen from my mother’s bookshelf (she’s so busy with her job that I knew she would never notice it…I carefully arranged the books so no one could even tell a book had been slipped from the shelf). I actually can’t remember which one it was. I dutifully checked each book to see if they were a part of a series and what year they were published, so I assume it was one of Quinn’s first novels.
Please let me know if I’m not alone in this– taking a book from your parents’ shelves, reading a book secretly under the covers, slipping a different cover onto your hardback book, all the while looking a picture of innocence (and please, please don’t let me know if it was a porno novel or whatnot….I’m so not interested). Isn’t this subterfuge part of a voracious reader’s repertoire? I would feel very alone in this world if it were not.
In conclusion for this post, I’ve been an avid Julia Quinn fan since 9th grade, and I’m now a bit older, still reading my mother’s newest copy even before she gets a chance to read it (and oh my gosh, it is SO difficult trying to read a paperback without creasing the spine or bending the front and back covers. SO difficult!). The funny part is that my mother’s suggested three times in the past two years that I should try reading Julia Quinn (to which I answer, “oh, Julia Quinn? I’ve heard of her…I think). So now my mother is “letting” me read Quinn, but there’s still something so appealing in continue to read them secretly. Maybe I’ll admit it to my mother some day. Maybe I won’t. Who knows?
The next post will also be on Julia Quinn and her books, discussing topics like how seriously people take Avon Romances and similar genres, and why or why not. I’m interested in discussing this because I’m genuinely curious in seeing how other people view books with covers of a half naked man too handsome to be a mere mortal accompanied by a mesmerized female whose 19th century garb has been ripped from her shoulders (don’t you HATE when that happens?) I know I’ve done 3 (4 if you count the picture) posts on Nancy Drew, and I want to do only one on each book review so my blog doesn’t get too tedious, but I feel like because I’ve read every one of Quinn’s novels, one post doesn’t do her justice (and I really like talking about her!). I’ll try to stick with this post and the next, but I can’t promise I won’t spill over into three…
Word of the day: Gambit– n. any maneuver in which one seeks to gain an advantage. Intended to secure an advantage or promote a point of view.