* Top 5 Wednesday is a weekly meme/challenge for book bloggers, hosted by Lainey and Sam. The goal is for bloggers to choose their top 5 picks for the week’s given challenge, and you can find out more over on Goodreads! *
This week’s Top 5 Wednesday challenge is to list 5 fandoms that you used to be in, but aren’t anymore – whether that’s due to outgrowing it, the fandom fizzling out, or a dramatic turn of events that made you run away, screaming. (Okay, hopefully that last one hasn’t happened to too many of you, but I’m guilty.)
This was a bit of a tough topic for me, because while one fandom did spring to mind immediately, I have to admit that I just don’t leave fandoms very often. If something sticks with me enough to really make me love it to pieces, it’s usually the kind of thing that’s going to stay with me (proud Potterhead of almost 15 years over here, y’all!).
1. The Divergent Series – Veronica Roth
You guys… I wish this hadn’t been such an easy choice to make. I wish that this series hadn’t been the first fucking thing to pop into my head when I read the prompt for this week’s challenge… but it was. I really loved the first Divergent book. I got my hands on it right before the second book released, so fairly early in the game, and I read the entire thing in one sitting. I mean, we’re talking about walking through the store, with my nose still buried in this thing, because I couldn’t put it down. I was so in love with Four, and the Dauntless, and the entire little world.
By the time the second book came out, I felt myself start to fade a little… It wasn’t living up to its predecessor’s standards for me. Tris was becoming whiny and self-obsessed, and I wanted to reach into the book, grab her by the shoulders, and shake her for the way she continuously insisted on running away in an attempt to “protect” Four from herself. COME ON, CHILD.
If you guys have read the third book, you know. You know. Uh-uh. I’m done. The Four novella stories were terrible, too, and I’ve heard what happened in the “epilogue” that some folks got with the pre-order of Carve the Mark… nope. Never again, Roth. NEVER AGAIN.
2. The Babysitters Club – Ann M. Martin
These were totally my jam as a kid! My local library had tons of these books, and I think they were some of the first “real” books that I ever got super invested in. Truthfully, though, they just didn’t keep my interest long enough; I haven’t picked one of these bad boys up since I was probably 12 years old, and don’t plan on ever picking one up in the future. Nostalgia goes far with me, but not far enough for this series.
3. Animorphs – K.A. Applegate
First of all, these covers were the literal worst thing ever in the beginning. I mean, they never reached the status of being great or anything, but damn, they were ugly. This series was my diehard obsession as a preteen, though. I read every single book in the series, plus all of the spin-offs (like the Andalite Chronicles and all that shit). Sadly, I just really didn’t like how sad the last chunk of the series was, and the death of one of the kids just totally destroyed me – not because I liked her character, but because I was so wrecked by what her death did to Tobias. Ever since then, the series just wasn’t the same for me.
4. Goosebumps – R.L. Stine
These were my very first introduction into the children’s horror genre, and I think I picked up my first Goosebumps book (The Haunted Mask) when I was 6 or 7 years old. I adored these books and collected as many as I could get my hands on, before reaching my early teen years and deciding I had “outgrown” them. I donated my entire collection to the local library. A few years ago, maybe in 2011 or so, I started to feel nostalgic and began collecting them again, but rereading them as an adult has proven that they were definitely children’s books and they do not hold up well for me at all as a 24-year old. I won’t get rid of the copies that I have now because I’m hoping my son enjoys them when he’s older, but this fandom is one that I had to sadly bow out of.
5. The Adventures of Mary Kate and Ashley – assorted authors
It’s okay, you can laugh. I’m laughing, too. In a cringing, sad kind of way. I think it must have been 1998, when my aunt bought me my first book from this series. She always supported my reading habits, and there was a little bookshop in the downtown part of the next city over that she loved frequenting, so she’d usually pick me up a book or two while she shopped. I loved this series. I was so jealous of Mary-Kate and Ashley because they just seemed so cool, and I remember my 5- or 6-year-old brain being totally convinced that they actually lived out these adventures. Even once my bubble was burst and I found out that they, in fact, were not detectives, I still loved the books for a few more years. I actually must have just fizzled out and outgrown the series as a kid, because I hadn’t thought about these books in easily over a decade until typing up this post. Talk about memory lane.