It’s not you. It’s me.
I hate that we had to end this way, but I have fond, loving memories of you.
We aren’t the first ones to grow through this.
I have several friends who admit to it as well, but I have a hunch there are many others who stay quiet on the subject.
I usually find it delightful to reread a favorite book. It’s like catching up with a long, lost friend. It’s fun to find new things to love, and to revisit all the things you adored about it to begin with.
But there are some books I never, ever want to read again. It’s not because I didn’t like them. No I LOVED them. It’s because they broke my ever-loving-heart.
Welcome to the ‘Books Mel loves, but will never, ever read again’ club.
Come with me and I’ll show you what I mean.
First is CODE NAME VERITY by Elizabeth Wein.
No doubt you’ve heard the buzz surrounding this book over the last year. In my opinion, it was best YA book of 2012. An exquisite story of two best friends, Queenie and Verity, during WWII. One is pilot. One is a spy. (That’s all I’m giving you, folks.) This book is tragic, beautiful and so many other emotions I can’t even describe. The glimpse into this historic time was fascinating, especially from the point of view of women. Why won’t I ever read it again? The ending destroyed me. I didn’t see it coming. I literally screamed. It was mega intense. For real.
Next is HOW TO KILL A ROCKSTAR by Tiffanie DeBartolo.
I wrote a rather lengthy review a few posts back. I think you know why I’ll never read it again even though I loved it. I’m not kidding people. This book severely messed me up for DAYS afterward. It hit on a nerve, a super-duper sensitive one, and I just lost it. There were times I didn’t think I could finish it. It was, for me, the most painful book I’ve ever read because of parallels between it, and a similar relationship I had once. Tiffianie just nailed the emotions so hard core that the words cut right through me. Loved you, ROCKSTAR, but I’m not coming to visit you again.
Next is WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS by Wilson Rawls
I mean, seriously? RIGHT?
Never since 5th grade. Never ever.
(I don’t feel the need to go into more because if you didn’t read this in elementary school, or even high school, you need to get on that instead of reading my blog. No snark intended, but I feel like if you haven’t read this monumental book then you’re missing part of your childhood. Get on that.)
Lastly, THE FAULT IN OUR STARS by John Green.
Teens Hazel and August meet at a support group for children living with cancer. A romance blossoms. AND THAT IS ALL I AM CAPABLE OF TALKING ABOUT, OKAY?
I know most of the general population has read this book over the last year and many knew how it would end. But I’d like to say that I read it the DAY it came out. That small group of the population did not know how this book would go, or how it would end. So…yeah. I will say this: My husband was working from home that day, and came into the bedroom to find me reading, and SOBBING. We’re talking about snot-sobbing, can’t-breathe, crying. This is unlike me. I’m not a crier. I certainly can’t recall a time where a book evoked that kind of reaction in me. To say that my husband was a tad concerned over my emotional state is an understatement. I’m not going to lie. My husband left the room and came back with a Valium because his wife was unresponsive while reading a book. Yup. That happened.
I loved them all.
We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
Do you have books that you can never read again?