So here is my confession: If I were a writer, which I'm not, I'd choose to be a Jodi Picoult. I mean seriously people...would you rather write books that people love to read and make the best seller lists for weeks and sell tons of copies, thereby making you a very rich person - or would you rather read a book that a few college professors read and deem of literary value? Maybe if I were a writer, I would feel differently. And of course there is always the option of being both "literary" and popular. But I think popular authors frequently get shafted because they aren't technically the best. And when I'm looking for a book to push my mind, I'm not going to be turning to Jodi Picoult. But there's a reason the woman is on the top of the best seller lists and it's because her stories are fun to read. So I say "bah" to all you literary types who don't understand the draw of "bubblegum" pleasure reading. Jodi Picoult is laughing at you as she rolls in her piles of money.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Are you guys ready to hear my completely non-literary confession? I love Jodi Picoult. But that's not the confession. Before I confess I have to say that I've read several of the woman's books and I always get into them. This one (about a boy with Asperger's who is obsessed with crime scenes and ends up accused of a violent crime) wasn't any different. Does the woman recycle characters? Yes. Do all of her books sort of blend together with the twist at the end that you can see coming a mile away? Yes. But when you're reading for pleasure and not for increasing your knowledge or making a huge literary discovery or improving yourself in any way, what is there not to love about an engrossing story?
Posted by Julie G at 3:06 PM