Sometimes I need
a specific book for a specific mood.
That means that getting books out of the library can be hard because I never
know what book I'll want. My mood can
change daily, even hourly. I can be
worse than my cat who asks you to pet her and then turns to kill for doing
so. One day I'll be in the mood for a
light happy romance and the next I'll be reading some depressing novel written
in poetry. Here is my list of books I want
to like, but just read at the wrong time.
School Spirit by Elizabeth Cody Kimmel-I
want to like it! I want to like it a
lot! I know so many people who read the
series and loved it. I want to read it
and not think about how I could never identify with the main character at all. EVER. I
found it at a library book sale, and now it has a warm, happy home on my
windowsill acting as insulation.
The Girl Behind the Glass by Jane Kelley-When I found this
book on Goodreads, it seemed creepy and exactly like something I would want to
read. I got it from the library and I
was even more excited when I found that it was sort of told by the thing (ghost?)
that lives in the house! Exactly like
something I'd read and love. But, as I
said, it was sort of told by the thing. At least, I think it was but I don't
know. I didn't finish the book. I flipped ahead to see how it ended. That was it.
I was done. It started to get a
little repetitive and I wished it would just wrap it up. Without me wrapping it up myself.
The
Search for WondLa by Tony DiTerlizzi-This was recommended
to me by one of my friends. I got it at
Summer Reading last June. I read about
fifty pages and stopped. I still haven't
picked it up again. I want to like
it. I really liked the Spiderwick
Chronicles when I was six. And I always
want to give books by authors I like a chance.
It has a little too much robots-rule-the-world stuff going on to really
catch my attention.
Three Times Lucky by Sheila Turnage-(I'm going to try to
keep my complaining to three sentences.
Here I go.) I could not identify
with the main characters. I expected it
to be magical, and it wasn't. I tried to
read it twice and I couldn't do it. (I
can't only do three sentences, sorry.)
The main characters stole a boat.
Stole a boat. I wouldn't do that! Not in a million years! Then they returned the boat to the man they
stole it from and took the reward. I'm not
anything like them.
Perhaps someday
I will try these books again when the mood strikes me.
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