I am beginning to suspect that I am becoming a cranky old(er) woman!
Stuff, that never used to annoy me, annoys me beyond belief these days. My legendary patience feels stretched thin, ready to snap at any minute.
Sadly, along with dirty socks on the floor and empty milk bottles left in the fridge, many teen/YA books have come to irritate me and bore me with their same-old excuses for a story!
Even a much loved classic.
Perhaps if I had read I Capture the Castle at the tender young age of 17 yrs 11 & 3/4 months (instead of the tetchy older age of 47 yrs and 11 & 3/4 months) I might have found this as adorable and delightful as so many others have found it.
I’m not so far gone that I couldn’t appreciate the sweet descriptions and quaint turns of phrase. I even smiled (rather ruefully, I confess) at the underlying gentle humour.
But, ultimately, it was just too light and fluffy for my more seasoned tastes. It’s innocence and romance failed to captivate me.
Normally I stop reading a 2 star book, but there were times, at the start, where I thought it could be a three. It was almost there.
But then I began to skim. I skipped, I flicked through. I lost interest.
But I can’t be too far gone in my cranky old woman ways, as part of the reason this book made it into my TBR pile a few years ago, was due to it’s gorgeous cover. And I still think the cornflowers and vintage dress are rather lovely.
If this is one of your favourite childhood reads, please tell me.
I’d love to know what charmed you. I’d love to know what I was missing out on.