SO. Let’s back up this Sunday just a little bit to last Sunday. I was hanging out with my sisters, which doesn’t happen very often so it was exciting. K the Older (15) and I share a love of reading and I’m constantly trying to steer her reading in my direction: less trashy YA, more thoughtful YA! And so far it has worked. She’s reading The Hunger Games, Going Bovine, Paper Towns. Yes! . So when I went up to visit last weekend and I saw she was reading Pretty Little Liars, I groaned and we had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: Why are you reading that trash!
K the Older: First of all, it’s not trash. Second of all, shut up, I’m reading.
Aannnnd that was the end of the conversation. K definitely didn’t care that I was calling her book trashy because shewas enjoying it immensely and I admit, I didn’t even know what the book was about. Where did this prejudice come from against a book that I really know nothing about? Is it the Barbie-like doll on the cover? Is it the title? Is it the fact that it’s been made into a TV show a la Gossip Girl, another book that is filed under trash in my mind? I don’t know, but I’m writing this Sunday Salon post to tell you – I’m eating my words.
Flash forward to one day this week, I’m waiting for something and I need a book to read. After a quick search through my car, I realize the only books in my car are a stack K the Older left in there after I dropped her off at her mom’s house – all the Pretty Little Liars books. So, I think to myself, “What the hell, Lu. K likes it, read it.”
So I read it. Yeah, I loved it.
Now I feel like a complete jerk. I hate being judged for the books I love, but I was doing the same thing to my sister. No, not every book is for everyone. At the same time, did I have to call Pretty Little Liars trash without knowing anything about it? Absolutely not. I’m about 50 pages from the end, but so far Pretty Little Liars is funny, suspenseful and, sure, a little unbelievable, but I’m turning the pages like there’s no tomorrow and I can’t wait to give you a full review. There’s nothing like Pretty Little Liars to bring out the last bit of beach-read goodness of summer. So thanks, sister, you made me remember to be less of a jerk. You reminded me that I don’t like it when people judge my books without reading them, so why on earth would I judge someone else’s? You never know when a book is going to surprise you and Pretty Little Liars did just that. Look for a full review to find out why later this week.