|Have you ever read a book that, at the time, you didn’t feel a strong connection towards, but as time goes by you find yourself thinking about it a lot?|
When I first picked up Diana Gabaldon's Outlander, I was anything but smitten. I didn't get the hype. And I was especially shocked that my mom passed it along, that she found it entertaining and liked it enough to recommend it. My mother is rarely wrong.
Turns out she wasn't.
I read the book when my youngest child was only months old. I read it here and there, taking way longer than normal thanks to sleep-deprived nights and child-filled days (I had three kids five and under at the time).
Years later, I picked up Dragonfly in Amber, book 2 in the Outlander series. I didn't dislike the first book. I was just disappointed that I wasn't more enchanted with it. I needed to give it, and my mother, another chance. I was quickly smitten this time. I read this one plus two more in a few months time. I craved to know more about Claire, Jamie, and Brianna. I still think about them and want to get back around to the series soon.
In the same vein, I've always wanted to go back and read some classics. It's hard to appreciate some of the great works when you are a teenager and being forced to read them by a teacher. I know I'd love so many more of them now.
What initially forgettable book became one of your favorites? Or are your instincts usually right the first time?