I did something today that I never thought I would; I declined a free book. Yes, you read that right. I, Zombie Girrl, book fanatic and review extraordinaire, turned down a book.
I won Tricks by Ellen Hopkins the other day from Diane of The Book Resort.
From the get go I was uncertain about this book and whether I could handle it, but Diane's review was excellent, so I entered the contest anyway, sorta just for the heck of it, ya know?
Innitially, I was really excited about winning the book, mostly because I was looking forward to giving my thoughts on it. I was envisioning a review that would tear at your heart as much as the book was certain to tear at mine, but then I read some reviews, both from bloggers and professionals, and the recurring theme was "Poignant and gut-wrenching." Gut-wrenching? Now, I've read plenty of gut-wrenching stories; The Book Thief for the loss of life, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas for the loss of innocence, Speak because of Melinda's silent suffering, but teen prostitution? Kids abandoned or thrown out and just longing to be loved? Could I handle that kind of sadness? Could I read about that kind of desolation without being able to reach out and hold that poor soul? Without being able to do anything but know?
I mulled it over for the rest of the day and then some more the next morning. Is a review worth losing my peace of mind over? Because that's what this story would do to me; I would lose sleep over those poor, fictional kids.
So, after much thought and consideration, I turned this book down.
The writing is probably fabulous. The characters sound real as life. Even the cover is gorgeous, in an ugly sort of way. But I know what my limits are, and as I told Diane in my decline email, this book would push me way beyond them.
The question I have for y'all is: Where do you draw the line? Are there some books or subjects that you just can't bring yourself to read? Have you ever turned down a perfectly good book?