I may have touched on this topic before, but it still so surprises me that I have to bring it up yet again.
If someone had told me, a die-hard, straight contemporary romance reader, that I would become a die-hard paranormal/fantasy reader, I’d have laughed in their face. I didn’t read books with silly stuff like that in it. Witches? Pshaw! Angels? Get out! Um, demon heroines who’s sole job it is to sexually attract men and suck the life force from them? Get. Real.
I was only into “real” books. (Yes, I know that romances are pretty much a fantasy and rarely resemble real life, but you know what I mean. I liked my fantasy reality based.)
But, that last example up there about the sexual, soul-sucking demon? Just finished Succubus Blues, by Richelle Mead, and guess what it’s about? Yep, you guessed it in one. And, guess what? It was fabulous! I laughed, and best of all, I loved the characters so much by the end (yes, even the DEMONS), that I cried. A lot, I’m not too proud to admit.
Mead (who is another Pacific NW author, yay! Maybe I’ll get to meet her in person sometime.) created, not just characters, but real people. People who might, on the outside, or by their labels, be considered good or evil, but who didn’t fit into any expected mold. People who, though they may not have any choice but to accept their labels, don’t have to like it…and hold on to the hope that they can, maybe, someday, if they wish hard enough, be who they really want to be. Maybe that’s what I enjoyed most about the book.
I really can’t tell you what’s turned me around in my choices of reading. Why’d I go from strictly books that I felt I could relate to, to books that, seriously, aren’t in any way, shape, or form, a possibility? (Well, actually, I suppose we don’t really know what’s truly out there, do we? Maybe it is all real.)
When I was a kid, I loved books about witches and magic and ghosts and stuff. Maybe I’ve reverted to my childhood fantasies, where all that stuff wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Maybe books like Harry Potter opened up doors for adults as much as children, reminding us that it’s okay to reach out and accept the magic of life.
So, what has surprised you in your reading choices? Have you ever picked up a book, or a genre of book, sure you wouldn’t like it, only to find out that you’re hooked?
Oh, and go pick up Succubus Blues. It rocks!