This is something I need to be reminded of every now and then (though, to be honest: I was thinking less about Cold Mountain’s “haunting beauty” and more about how disappointing it was).
I actually think I’m pretty open to bestsellers (I’m a fan of The Hunger Games and Harry Potter!) Just not poorly-written bestsellers like The DaVinci Code or Twilight.
That’s the beauty of reading for pleasure. When you turn the final page and shut the book, that heady blend of sadness and joy you feel can quickly ripen into a hunger for more. I like to think of bestsellers as a gateway drug. Once you’ve found one you love, books will forever hold a special allure. All comers welcome. No special education required.