Hmm, this might be a tough one. It’s been so long since I bought a book based solely on what I thought the plot would be like—I’ve spent the last several years reading Stephen King and Dean Koontz nonstop, with some Harry Potter sprinkled in there, and the classics—which I wanted to read regardless of what they were actually about, if only to say I did. Let’s see if I can come up with ten books that I felt deceived by.
1. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – J. K. Rowling. I know, I know. I love Harry Potter and you do too. But back in the day, just as little Harry was getting popular, I was apparently just as much of a book snob as I am now—and I figured that if everyone liked this series so much, it probably wasn’t good. And I had made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t read it, after reading the blurb on the back of a friend’s copy and deciding it sounded silly. But then I got the first book for my tenth or eleventh birthday, subsequently made myself read it to be polite, and fell in love. And the rest is history.
2. Atlas Shrugged – Ayn Rand. Like I mentioned in this post, I originally took “the man who stopped the motor of the world” to mean “the man who somehow caused the world to actually stop rotating” and thus imagined a strange sci-fi book where gravity had disappeared. I was very, very wrong. But, like with Harry Potter, that was a good thing.
3. The Shack – William P. Young. My dad gave me this book when my baby brother was baptized (I’m his godmother). I was skeptical because my dad is definitely much more religious than I am—that’s not to say that I’m not religious, though. I truly loved going to mass every week when I was in college and played flute with the liturgical choir. But I don’t generally seek out Christian books or writers or anything not only because I fear the “bible thumper” stigma were I to read any Christian literature in public, but also because, as much as I love the Catholic Church, I think some of their beliefs are just plain crazy (homosexuality being a sin, contraception being evil, among other things). BUT. The Shack was amazing. It was an incredible depiction of one man’s view of the Holy Trinity (deeeeeefinitely almost just wrote “trilogy,” whoops) and it was absolutely stunning. I thought it was going to be boring, but it really wasn’t. You should try it.
Sorry, friends, this week is yet another that I have failed you. My brain has shut off for the night because I put off writing this post too long and then I didn’t get home until almost 10pm tonight (Monday) with an entire post to write for tomorrow (Tuesday). Please enjoy these photos of bookshelves and staircases and make sure to tune in next week for another (hopefully more complete!) Top Ten Tuesday courtesy of The Broke and the Bookish.