Have you ever been reading a book, moving along quite nicely, and then-- bam --a character whips out a particular term of endearment that just yanks you right out of the story? It happened to me recently, and I'm sad to say I couldn't recover. I did try. But she just kept using that term and I . . . I had to get the hell out of Dodge. Buh-bye, story. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. I'm not saying this is the norm (thank goodness). I can put up with a certain amount of treacly back and forth when it comes to the exchange of terms of endearment, especially if they fit the characters, their background, culture, the tenor of their relationship, etc. And the history of these terms at home and from around the world is often fascinating (at times hilarious). But there comes a point where I can't see past the cheese and/or weird anymore and I do not want to be with these people any longer . Shallow? Perhaps. But it's a very individual thing, isn't it?...
Oh what a great guest posting! You really captured some of the reasons and feelings why I love YA too! Part of the reason why I want to build up my library, is also because I love having people come in and borrow my books so that we can discuss how great they were after! Sharing bookish experiences is always so fulfilling =)
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Sharry, thank you so much! It's such a wonderful feeling passing on wonderful books and loaning out your own is particularly lovely because they have to come back and you get to talk to them. Also there's just something special about knowing your copy was the one they read first.
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ReplyDeleteYou have such a wonderful way with words, Angie. I loved that post. =)
ReplyDeleteLenore, hope you enjoy.
ReplyDeleteChristine, you are so sweet. I'm glad.