What Paranormal Taught Me

I don’t know about you, but I was once a huge fan of Paranormal books. I fantasised about a fallen angel swooping in, acting all mysterious, and bringing me into a world of angels, were-creatures and demons. Now, this was a fair few years ago, round about the time I read Twilight, which was the start of it all. When I’m picking out books now I never even glance towards the Paranormal section, Fantasy and Contemporary have taken a hold of my heart, although I have learned quite a bit from my Paranormal past!

This is not my first Taught Me post, my first was What Twilight Taught Me which you can read here, and was pretty popular! My other Taught Me posts are the Hunger Games and Dystopian, so go ahead and read them to see what else books have taught me! And feel free to comment and share what they’ve taught you too!

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What Dystopian Taught Me

I recently shared What Twilight Taught Me, and it seemed pretty damn popular, so I followed with a What The Hunger Games Taught Me. I enjoyed writing these posts so much that I couldn’t resit continuing, this time with the good old Dystopian genre! I’m planning on continuing the What It Taught Me series, so let me know which genre you’d be interested in next!
Me and Dystopian books had a serious love affair a year or two ago, kicked off by one trilogy you may have heard of, The Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins kickstarted an epic relationship that saw me devouring a crazy amount of Dystopian books. Through my pretty extensive reading of the genre I thought I’d share just what it taught me!

Firstly, Dystopian books taught me that if I’m an unimportant teen girl then I’ll end up the leader of whatever rebellion, uprising or revolution is taking place, I probably won’t want to be, but it will happen regardless.
Dystopian books taught me I will almost always have boys fighting over me, there will be a love triangle, and I won’t know who to choose, so I’ll lead them both along for as I please.
Dystopian books taught me that my family probably have some seriously dark secrets, secrets that probably relate to my new position within the rebellion.
Dystopian books taught me that the world I’ll be living in is probably some version of  war-torn, environmentally wrecked America. And as far as I’m concerned, no other countries exist.
Dystopian books taught me that my family and friends are the most important things to me, that my own life is less important than theirs, so everything I do is for them and their safety.
And finally, Dystopian books taught me that there is always a bad guy, that the bad guy is probably in power that they need to be taken down, and of course, I’m the only one who can do it.
SO there are some of the things that Dystopian books taught me, I’d love to know what Dystopian books taught you! Let me know in the comments!

What The Hunger Games Taught Me

I recently shared what Twilight taught me, and it seemed that a lot of people enjoyed that post (which you can read here), so I thought I’d continue on, this time focussing on The Hunger Games.

Now, before you prepare to kill me for knocking THG, let me just tell you that I live with two hardcore fans. My little brother and sister are OBSESSED with everything THG, and I feel that I know a freaking incredible about Panem, Katniss, and all the goings on. I like to remind my sister that I bought and read the THG books, even forcing her to read them way back when in 2010 (when I should have been revising for my GCSE’s, but let’s just forget about that).

The first thing The Hunger Games taught me is to at all times make sure to lead on two boys at the same time. Why have one when you can have two, right? If one of them looks like they might be getting the idea that you like the other more, then it’s time to pull out the big guns and kiss ’em silly. 
The Hunger Games taught me that when one of my best friends and companions through a whole bunch of messed up sh*t dies, I need to blink and forget about it, I mean if he never knew that his girl’s pregnant then that’s even better. Am I right?
The Hunger Games taught me that only when a boy moves on and starts hating on you should you realise that you love him. It doesn’t matter that he may even want to kill you, you’ve got to power through because you know he’s not himself. He loves you, he just doesn’t realise it. Yet.
The Hunger Games taught me to shout out “I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute” if my sister finds she has to do something she’d really rather not do. Also, if a teacher ever calls out ‘who wants to volunteer’, ding ding ding, stand up and let out your inner tribute. 
The Hunger Games taught me that cats always prefer the little sister, will attack you like a crazy beast but accept the food you give them (also speaking from experience).
The Hunger Games taught me that if no one is paying me any attention then I need to shoot at them, because that’s the only way to do it.
And finally, The Hunger Games taught me that the only thing stronger than fear is hope.
So there are some of the things that The Hunger Games taught me. I’d love to know what The Hunger Games taught you! Let me know in the comments!
May the odds be ever in your favour.

What Twilight Taught Me


Okay, time for a confession. I was once a Twilight fan. I shudder simply thinking of that dark time in my life, I look back now questioning my own judgement. How could I have possibly liked Twilight? You may think I’m being a bit extreme, but I really dislike Twilight. Perhaps it was the naivety of my youth, or getting caught in the hype, a very dangerous thing indeed.

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