One of my earliest memories was watching the Star Wars movies on tape with my cousins when I was about three. I hated the movies. I was completely confused, either Vader or Jabba scared the hell out of me, and I had nightmares about Lando. (No, really. As I ended up dating many a guy like him in my early 20's, I think maybe I am just psychic.) I spent my youth absolutely hating SW and thinking it was dumb and ew all things scifi.
And then I got pulled into scifi because Jonathan Brandis was on seaQuest and he was cute and I was like fourteen. In the second season, Mark Hamill guest starred and all the commercials kept mentioning Star Wars and I realized I had no idea what the movie was actually about anymore, and oh look, USA was showing the movie freaking constantly because the box set was just about to come out, iirc. So I watched... and became completely obsessed. I pretty much memorized the movies in no time, and then I discovered they had books. Nick got a couple from the library, I let him read one and then got it immediately after. And read it faster than he could read the next one. So he gave up the book mid-read for me to get through it, and then I just passed him up and then I was the only one in the house reading the books, la!
I think the thing that got me about Star Wars was just that the story was cool. And then you get into the books, where it gets even bigger and everyone in there will always have a worse life than me! Seriously, I think that had to be what kept me reading because there was nothing but the Bantam books in those days and those books pretty much sucked ass. (I'm currently rereading them. Why? I think I hate myself, that's why.) I did give up on them a few times, too- Children of the Jedi was so bad I refused to read any more, and the spoilers of Chewie and Anakin Solo's deaths made me swear up and down that I wasn't going to bother with them anymore.
Obviously I lied. I don't even know, something just kept bringing me back to them, and I'm at the point now where I know better than to try giving it up. It's like how I tried giving up my caffeine addiction: it lasts for a little while and then I'm right back off the wagon and unlike coffee, I'm not going to try giving this up seven times. (I say this knowing that given my reaction to Chewie and Anakin, if I hadn't been playing Jaina here when LOTF ended, I may have thrown the book across the room and put it in the freezer like I did SBS and given it up again, but. We'll never know.)
...Also it helps that the new books are kinda awesome, IMO and Christmas is only like eighteen days away! \o/ (Where are my god damn spoilers, TFN? I don't care about Abeloth and the Celestials, TELL ME WHAT THE BIG EVENT THING IS, GOD.)
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And then I got pulled into scifi because Jonathan Brandis was on seaQuest and he was cute and I was like fourteen. In the second season, Mark Hamill guest starred and all the commercials kept mentioning Star Wars and I realized I had no idea what the movie was actually about anymore, and oh look, USA was showing the movie freaking constantly because the box set was just about to come out, iirc. So I watched... and became completely obsessed. I pretty much memorized the movies in no time, and then I discovered they had books. Nick got a couple from the library, I let him read one and then got it immediately after. And read it faster than he could read the next one. So he gave up the book mid-read for me to get through it, and then I just passed him up and then I was the only one in the house reading the books, la!
I think the thing that got me about Star Wars was just that the story was cool. And then you get into the books, where it gets even bigger and everyone in there will always have a worse life than me! Seriously, I think that had to be what kept me reading because there was nothing but the Bantam books in those days and those books pretty much sucked ass. (I'm currently rereading them. Why? I think I hate myself, that's why.) I did give up on them a few times, too- Children of the Jedi was so bad I refused to read any more, and the spoilers of Chewie and Anakin Solo's deaths made me swear up and down that I wasn't going to bother with them anymore.
Obviously I lied. I don't even know, something just kept bringing me back to them, and I'm at the point now where I know better than to try giving it up. It's like how I tried giving up my caffeine addiction: it lasts for a little while and then I'm right back off the wagon and unlike coffee, I'm not going to try giving this up seven times. (I say this knowing that given my reaction to Chewie and Anakin, if I hadn't been playing Jaina here when LOTF ended, I may have thrown the book across the room and put it in the freezer like I did SBS and given it up again, but. We'll never know.)
...Also it helps that the new books are kinda awesome, IMO and Christmas is only like eighteen days away! \o/ (Where are my god damn spoilers, TFN? I don't care about Abeloth and the Celestials, TELL ME WHAT THE BIG EVENT THING IS, GOD.)