Last week was a blah kind of week for me. I was fighting a cold, and the kids were fighting a cold, and nobody was getting much sleep.
I cannot survive if I am not reading, and just having finished Atonement, I needed something light. With this is mind, I ended up with two books which I normally would not have read.
One chic lit, another YA vampire (the first one other than Twilight for me that I have read, and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about). I will not name them, as I believe in the saying ‘if you have nothing good to say, don’t say it at all.’ That being said, one person’s garbage is another ones treasure! (look at me – I am full of cliches today!)
The chic lit book I read in two sittings. Really, I just perused it, skipping ahead, something I normally never do – I like to slowly digest a book. The YA I read for the sake of it, cringing at times with the bad dialogue. Yet, I realized there must something in them that kept me reading. If they had been that bad I would have tossed them without getting to the end.
I realized it was the suspense in knowing how the resolution is achieved. Even if the plot runs thin, and the characters are cut-outs, the need to know how it all turns out overpowered my need for good literature. Even in trash, there is something to be learned about writing.
Do you read trash, and if so, what do you get out of it?