Actually lol, the Harry Potter series.
I refused to read these for years. You know, because everyone was reading it and it was all popular, so I pretty much figured it was shit. But a little less than two years ago, someone really insisted I read them. She lent me the first four books, and said she’d lend me the next four if I liked it.
I’m like, yeah sure wtv…I wasn’t planning on reading them at all, just wanted her to leave me alone. I was like, when she sees I’m not reading them, I can give her back her books.
I was told that if I could get through the first few books, they start getting dark and more mature, and that I would enjoy it.
Well, on the night she lent me them, I was like, k I’ll read one chapter…and I ended up reading three quarters of it in that one night lol. I ate those books up and finished the whole series in about a month.
I don’t recognize it as the most brilliant and refined literature ever…hardly. But it sure is fun and captivating. I guess I fell to the curse haha.
Despite what I was told about toughing out the first books to greatly enjoy the later ones, as it apparently ’‘fits my style’’...I loved the first three books so much better than the rest of them. I was surprised haha. The later books get a bit ridiculous and redundant, if that’s even a possible combination. XD If I want to see everyone die, I’ll watch Friday the Thirteenth. I mean come on, even Hedwig? Christ.
But the whole thing was still a great read, and I just went by for years and years not giving two shits about it.
PS; Umbridge is a whore.