Friday, January 3, 2014
In Defense of "Girly" Books/ Thank You Twilight
When I was younger I always swore that I would never read "girly" books. I'm not sure how exactly that was defined, but usually these books involved romance and embarrassing titles that made everyone think you were stupid. So I read classics, fantasies and mysteries, etc., trying my very best to avoid fluffy stories that were decidedly not cerebral and made my brothers tease me.
In middle school I began to sneak some in, a little Princess Diaries here, some Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants there. But I always made the equivocation that these were well written or feminist in someway (both of which are true). This all changed however when I decided to read Twilight. Yep that's right. I've read all four books and reread 'em more times than I remember. And it rocked.
After a year and a half of hating the teen vampire series phenomenon and refusing to try them against the advice of a far wiser friend, I borrowed the book from the school library to take on my trip to Florida. By the end of the trip I was almost finished Breaking Dawn.
I've never had a favorite genre for books, it's always been that I read whatever looks good, from cereal boxes to biographies, but I was missing one key piece. Reading pleasurable books that admitted that they were just for fun. Perhaps the story lines can be a little predictable or the wording cliche, but I enjoy the books and their characters and am ready to come out as a romance novel fan. Besides, I can totally analyze them from a feminist perspective when I'm done.
Recently, my teacher joked that the books I was reading for winter break were stupid. They were two of the best books I have read in a while (The Fault in our Stars by John Green and Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce). I am currently reading a book on the women who influenced America's founding fathers. I think my academic legitimacy is still intact, thankyouverymuch.
So thanks Stephanie Meyer, for making an honest feminist out of me. I now unabashedly read Good Housekeeping and Ladies Home Journal. I bake people cookies and dream of glittery tutus. And I no longer give a crap, which is the ultimate feminist statement. If you'll excuse me, I have a victorian romance novel to read.