Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have two awesome friends joining us! Please welcome Michael Kudo and Megan Slayer!
This week’s question is: “Looking back, which book would you counsel yourself NOT to read, and why?”
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First, let’s hear from Michael!
I’d have to say Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It’s probably a controversial answer as most fans I know of the series really enjoyed it. It was bittersweet because it was long awaited and it was the end of a wonderful series. My issue with the novel is as soon as you turned to the first page you were subjecting yourself to hours and hours of tension and sorrow, leaving the reader an emotional husk of their former self.
Without spoiling too much, I was really upset when a specific major character died and I felt like some of the deaths were random and just icing on the already messed up cake – except icing is delicious, so not icing on the cake…maybe diarrhea. We’ll go with that. It was a brilliant novel, I just wish I could have told myself to not read it and just imagine Voldemort had a stroke and everyone lived happily ever after with no death or sadness.
I like that ending better.
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Now on to Megan’s answer!
Over the course of my life, I’ve read plenty of books. Most of them stuck with me and I’ve cherished them. Honestly, I can’t remember the ones I really disliked, but there are a few I’d rather not read again. Two immediately come to mind.
Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World is one and Marley and Me is the other. Why? Seems like those two books would be sweet, lovable books that would touch the heart. In some ways, both books delivered. I’m a cat person from way back. I want to rescue all of them and will probably end up being the crazy cat lady when I get older. I’m cool with that. I’m also a dog person. Let’s just say in my house I live in a tidal wave of fur–three dogs and three cats. The fur adds up.
Each book was moving and sweet in their own ways. In Marley, I got to see this goofy dog show his true colors while being a crazy, yet perfect dog for the family. He won them over with slobber and devotion. In Dewey, I read about the cat who nobody wanted, but ended up becoming beloved by an entire community. There were moments of tears and laughter. One of my own dogs, a black lab mix, could give Marley a run for his money with his antics, so in that respect, the book hit close to home. Dewey hit close to home because I’ve got an orange cat who has his moments of being a real pistol, but still owns my heart.
So why not want to read these books again? Simple. I know the outcome. Most books about animals don’t have a happy clappy ending. The inevitable must happen. I had a friend once tell me she refused to get another dog because dogs become part of the family and if they are part of the family, then you love them. When you love something that’s alive, at some point it will die and you’ll be left wanting more time with that person or animal. She’s right. It’s a risk. A kitten won’t stay a kitten forever and that kitten, who is now a cat will eventually get old. I don’t like thinking about the getting old part. With Dewey and Marley, I got emotionally invested in both stories. I didn’t have these animals, but it sure felt like I knew them by the time I finished the book.
I can’t read either book again. I hate reading through tears, even when I know that’s what’s going to happen and should prepare myself. I can’t do it. Maybe it’s selfish, maybe it doesn’t make much sense, but I’d rather not read those books again in favor of spending time with my own fur babies. That old line about if I knew then what I know now… I wouldn’t have read them. I respect the writers and love the books, but I won’t read them–not again.
Think I’ll nab one of my cats and hug him. He won’t like being hugged, but it’ll make me feel better.
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Thank you to Michael and Megan for joining us this week!