This is a confession that makes me feel kind of bad, but I’ll go ahead and say it: sometimes I worry that I’m becoming a book snob.
Before I got into blogging and read a lot of YA books, I didn’t seem to care about the protagonist so much. No, that sounds strange – I mean I didn’t use to get so annoyed with the protagonists of books so easily. I cared about them more than I do now because I spend a lot more time judging them.
And that’s a bit ironic when you consider the fact that I often judge these characters for being judgmental. It’s a cycle. Or something.
So, anyway, back to the point. I really noticed this unfortunate development this past summer when I was reading lots of different books on my family’s trip. Oftentimes, the worst part of a book for me would be the main character. She was too much of a wallflower, she was too judge-y, she was too whiny, she was too angsty, she was too obsessed with her love interest… really, there were loads of things that could annoy me. And unfortunately, many main characters lately seem to have at least one of these traits, if not more.
I love reading – I mean, why else would I be doing this if I didn’t love to read? And I love meeting new protagonists and reading about their adventures. I don’t want to get so annoyed with antagonists. I don’t want to spend my time rolling my eyes over and over again because the protagonist is allegedly saying something witty or sarcastic or interesting when I think the exact opposite.
I don’t want to be a snob!
Unfortunately, I’m not sure how to fix it, which means I’m going to have to just hope that every book I pick up has a character that doesn’t bring out my newfound snobbiness.
Unless you know of some way to cure me of this issue, in which case I will give you cookies.
(Not really, but you’ll make me very happy and I might write more interesting BBCs in the future!)