The second is slightly more tenuous, and significantly more embarrassing. It comes with a second confession: namely, that I saw One for the Money, and I liked it.
If you have been around my blog for a while, you might remember a particular bit of book snobbery I engaged in shortly after becoming a shelver at my local library. In said show of snobbery, I felt especial antagonism toward a series of books written by one Janet Evanovich. Books about which they made a movie, starring Katherine Heigl, so that when I first saw the trailer I announced loudly and firmly that this was a movie I would not be seeing. Mike said he was fine with that, and I thought no more of it.
And then we saw it. I don't know why, really; Mike didn't even have to bug me the way he usually does. (He has this movie-watching thing, you see, so that we often end up seeing movies we don't even particularly care to see, just because he wants to go to a movie. I think it's possible that in the four years since we've been married, I've seen more movies than I had in the previous ten years of my life.) We usually try to go to a dollar movie on his day off, because that's what he likes to do with those; yesterday he just... suggested it, and I just... agreed. So we went. And I liked it. A lot.
I liked the plot, because it was a movie about a woman, and because that woman wore clothes that were, for the most part, generally suitable to the things she was doing. I liked Katherine Heigl, maybe because I just like her better as a slightly frizzy brunette. It also may have been the New Jersey accents in the movie, because I'll be honest, that was a thing that made me consciously feel more friendly toward it in the beginning. Made it feel less "rom-com" (a term I hate) and more, I don't know, regular non-pretentious movie. It was actually a lot of fun to watch.
So here's the next question: Do I read the books now? Because I don't want to, but I don't know if this is leftover stubbornness that is silly. My thoughts about it are numerous.
- I already have a thousand things on my to-read list (literally—973 on Goodreads, 23 of which are on the bookshelf in the headboard of my bed right now).
- They're obviously light reading, and frankly I think the movies (I'm assuming they're going to make more) will fill that role just fine.
- I really, really do hate the cutesyness of the titles.
- But on the other hand, I'm kind of a person for doing things on principle, and since I'm not sure that my resistance to reading them isn't still snobbery, there's a party of me that feels like I need to read them as a matter of principle. (Does that make sense?)