From the moment I saw this tag, I absolutely couldn’t resist.
Before fictional characters, bands from the 80s, or Broadway musicals, my first true obsession, much like every other 10-year-old girl in 2006, was Taylor Swift.
Her songs became the background noise that was always present in my life, whether I was having a dance party for one or wasting time away before the new episode of Hannah Montana aired that night, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t constantly listening to Taylor Swift.
Her Fearless tour was the first concert I ever attended, at the ripe old age of 13, and I even had the chance to see her 1989 tour, at the much riper, older age of 19.
Now that I’ve successfully made myself unnecessarily nostalgic, it’s time to get into the tag. So sit back, put Taylor Swift on shuffle, and let’s get back to what we’re best at—freaking out about books.
I have one very specific memory of a time when I was browsing the Target book section (shocking, I know), and I couldn’t pick out which book I wanted (also shocking, I know). To get an unbiased opinion, I quite literally threw two options at my mom and simply told her to pick. After she read both of the back covers, she looked at me solemnly and asked, “Why does someone always die in the books that you read?” Low and behold, both synopsis involved either a parent or significant other dying. It’s fair to assume that I gravitate to sad stories.
All of that being said, when thinking about books that ripped my heart out of my chest before proceeding to stomp it, I immediately think of The Art of Racing in the Rain and Salt to the Sea. The Art of Racing in the Rain was the first, and only, book to actually make me cry, and Salt to the Sea ripped me to absolute shreds. Both of these stories are so beyond beautiful, and I highly recommend them. Just don’t forget your tissues.
Simply put, I think that if we have ever talked about books, and I didn’t bring up The Darkest Minds, It, or Dear Evan Hansen, something is seriously wrong and you should probably check in on me. It’s just safest for everyone to assume that I’m almost always thinking about Jude, Bill Denbrough, or Connor Murphy.
Try thinking about What If It’s Us and tell me that that would not make a perfect contemporary movie. Honestly, I dare you.
It already has all of the makings of a successful rom-com: it takes place in New York, there’s a lot of awkward pauses and stolen glances, and did I mention that there’s even a flash mob? Plus, we’d get some really incredible representation if this story made it to the big screen. Come on, it’s what Arthur and Ben deserve.
(You can read my full review of What If It’s Us here!)
I think I have a “look” that I like on book covers, and that’s apparently blue, green, and swirly lines. Honestly though, can we please talk about how gorgeous Blue Lily, Lily Blue and Passenger are? I swoon whenever I think about them.
This book is a bit different from the others included in this list, but I really enjoyed Queen Unseen: My Life with the Greatest Rock Band of the 20th Century.
It’s not so much so that this book receives an unbearable amount of hate or that I feel an overwhelming love towards it, but I really appreciated it for what it was. As a biography written by a roadie for Queen, there are bound to be discrepancies between his story and what the media told us about the four band members, specifically Freddie Mercury, but, because it was from the perspective of a roadie, you’re able to get an up-close look at what supposedly happened on their tours and at their recording sessions—including the moment when Freddie wrote “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” in his hotel bathtub.
Before I simply say “Harry Potter,” and we all just call it quits for the day, hear me out. Despite the fact that every single human being under the sun was obsessed with the books as I was growing up, I never once touched them. In fact, I didn’t even pick up the first book until I got it for my 21st birthday. So, how can a series I didn’t even read until I was graduating college remind me of my childhood?
You see, my sister was a huge reader. I never was; I hated it. There was one point though, after she finished The Sorcerer’s Stone, when she sat me down on our swing in our backyard and attempted to read the first chapter to me. I stood up, ran away, and screamed. But since then, as I am sure you can imagine, books have slowly taken over my life, and I’m always drawn back to the time when I didn’t even want to be in the same room as a book, much less Harry Potter.
So it’s probably a bit preemptive to bring up Daisy Jones & The Six, seeing as I’m not even halfway through it yet, but I am OBSESSED with it. From it’s unique formatting to the dynamic characters, a fake biography about a fake band has no business being this good.
It’s possible that my love for The Great Gatsby stemmed directly from my love for Leonardo DiCaprio, but I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I was when it got assigned in my twelfth grade AP English class. I, unfortunately, haven’t read many classics other than what was necessary to pass my classes, but I really fell hard for The Great Gatsby. Blame it on the lavishly described parties, the characters that were just so easy to hate, or the complex human being that is Daisy Buchanan, but since then, I’ve found myself picking up every novel of Fitzgerald’s that I can get my hands on.
I really, very quickly fell in love with the romance in Fangirl. It wasn’t your typical insta-love that often seems to be the go-to for a lot of YA contemporaries. It was a slow-moving attraction built on the foundation of Kanye West dance parties (this feels incredibly ironic here) and Starbucks lattes.
I also really appreciate the fact that not only are Cath and Levi attracted to each other in all aspects, quirks and everything, but their relationship is based on a lot of respect for one another. I mean, come on, Cath doesn’t want the guy in her room when he’s still a stranger, despite the fact that he’s her roommate’s best friend, so he waits in the hall. Such a gentleman.
Without a doubt, there was absolutely no way that I was going to read The Raven Cycle and not become obsessed with it. For starters, you’ve got a friend group with a found-family dynamic, an adorable raven named Chainsaw, a dad friend that refuses to gives up his constantly broken down car, and characters that care more about their friends than they care about themselves.
I’d like to say that I knew I was going to be obsessed with the series from the moment I met Blue, but a more accurate statement would probably be that I was obsessed the moment Adam Parrish strolled into a scene.
I’m pretty sure that, throughout the entirety of 2016, there wasn’t a moment where I wasn’t screaming about Me Before You. I thought it was an incredible story about two individuals who, without their specific circumstances, probably never would have met. (Albeit, since then, my mind has been opened up to the problematic elements it has in regards to ableism and disabilities, but that’s an entirely different conversation.)
Not to mention, there was going to be a movie with the stunning Sam Claflin and Emilia Clarke?? I’m 100% on board. And when I heard that there was going to be a sequel?
To be honest though, with an ending like Me Before You‘s, I’m not quite sure what I was expecting out of it. I do think that this story would’ve sufficed as one book, definitely not three.
There we have it, friends! This tag was so fun to write, from putting all of my Taylor Swift songs on shuffle to searching for the perfect GIFs to get my point across, it was an immense amount of fun to put this together.
And, because I wasn’t specifically tagged by anyone, please feel free to do this tag if it interests you! I would definitely recommend it.
So, what do you think? Do you agree with any of my answers? Are you throughly angered that I picked that book instead of that one? Tell me all of your book thoughts and what songs of Taylor’s are your favorite!