I’m a huge fan of Book Riot, and when this article came up in my facebook feed – though I’ve seen a hundred of them like it since the very controversial Huffington Post article came to light – I paid attention.
admittedly, because of the link line that was so much like my Twilight rant years ago.
and it’s so true that I now live in a world that I am ashamed to tell people that I loved Twilight so much when it came out that I read the series more than once and yeah, I did cry when Edward left Bella in New Moon, and yeah, that kind of makes me sad because: Twilight got me writing. the very people who are writing these articles saying that nobody has the right to tell you to read would probably cringe while vomiting to hear me say that because Harry Potter is oh so much more valid than Twilight in a literature sense.
which it is, maybe, but that’s not the point.
but I shouldn’t be afraid or ashamed to admit that, because it got me writing. the first piece of fiction I ever wrote was inspired by the Twilight series, and it’s a bestseller, and it gave me the tools to write the most difficult piece of literature I have ever written or ever will write, and it led me to my boyfriend, and no, fuck no, I shouldn’t be ashamed to say any of that out loud. I shouldn’t be because I am a well read individual and I know that because I have read the classics, and I have read the products of the beat generation, and I know satire, and my opinion is valid when I say that HST is a fucking genius. just because I also love vampires and John Green doesn’t make me any less intelligent or well read.
the original article on the Huffington Post of course chastised facebook users for noting the classics as books that changed their way of thinking and not Harry Potter of Fifty Shades of Grey, and the Internet of course revolted and said fuck you, you don’t get to tell me what I like or what changed my way of thinking.
but I think the very fact that a book so widely hated got me writing, or got a teen through the pain of her best friend’s suicide, or that it got young people reading at all, should not be labeled as the biggest piece of shit that ever murdered literature, because last time I checked, Hemingway was a fucking dick. let’s not forget about Stephen King who feels the need to tell everyone ever what they should be reading, whilst getting so fucked up that he can’t even remember the last book he wrote.
while I could very well turn this into a thesis titled 101 reasons why I’m at war with Stephen King, the point is that guy shouldn’t tell you what to read, and either should some chick at the Huffington Post. We Were Liars, a YA novel that came out this year, compiles some of the most lyrical writing I have read in years, not to mention that blue book with the clouds on it that was on the bestsellers list two years after it was published. you know, because all the literary authors in the world have sold out Carnegie Hall so their brother could play guitar on stage while Neil Gaiman recited the words donkey balls at least twice.
I think the lesson to be learned here is that if Neil fucking Gaiman can say donkey balls on stage in front of The Entire World and every human in existence can think it’s awesome, you can read what makes you happy, and I can think you’re awesome. and I do.
Allie Burke is the no-makeup-wearing, simultaneous-YA-and-Vonnegut-loving, Nike-obsessed bestselling author and acclaimed Selfie Queen of the Universe. She’s written in various forms for an indeterminable amount of time, climbing up the Amazon charts and ultimate geekery from small time book-reviewer to literary editor, until the authory culture pushed her off the bridge of artistic literature.
She now writes shit she’ll probably never publish, never shuts up about John Green, only reads books she wasn’t asked to review, and drinks coffee at all the wrong times.
She is the creator of Organic Coffee, haphazardly.