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Date: 2012-06-07 01:17 am (UTC)There is a fundamental difference in how you read a book as a child, and how you read it as an adult. I think this was evidenced today on fandomsecrets with the Giver secret. It also makes me think of the last book I read - The Glass Lake by Maeve Binchy. I first read it in 6th grade/age 11 because a friend's mom was having trouble getting through it and wanted to know if I (the "smart friend") could get through it. It was interesting to compare what I remembered and what I'd forgotten in the intervening 16 years (and what I just plain missed the first time since I was 11).
I've yet to wade into ASOIAF, in either book or TV form, though obviously it's pretty impossible not to know of its existence at this point. It's on my list of things-to-read/watch-at-some-point-that-is-not-now. :P
It's hard when people criticise your favourite things, because it feels like they are criticising you, personally. This is such a true statement and one that I know objectively to be true, even though it's very difficult to remember in the midst of having a favorite thing criticized.