A Week of Awful Books – Day 3

A few years ago, I brought home a box of my old books that had been taking up space in my parents’ basement. Inside was a treasure trove of late 80’s, early 90’s teen lit: Sweet Valley High, Baby-Sitter’s Club, Sleepover Friends, L.J Smith, Fear Street. There were so many. But best of all, my Christopher Pike books were in there! I was excited. I loved Pike so much as a teen. I remember hiding in the back of a bookstore with a friend reading the last Final Friends book because my library didn’t have it. My inner teen insisted that I re-read all these books. All of them. I had no choice.
So, grown-up-me began working my way from Kristy’s Great Idea to All Night Long to The Sleepwalker and my teenage heart was happy. Then I worked my way through all the Christopher Pike books that were in the box. They were not as great as I remembered but a lot of the ones I had loved were missing. Fortunately for me, this was around the time that all the trilogies and sagas from the 90s were being re-released in Omnibus format (like this awesome L.J. Smith Book).
Much to my delight, I stumbled across a few Pike books I wasn’t overly familiar with and snatched them up. Thus, we come to today’s awful, tear inducing read:

Remember Me Books 1-3 by Christopher Pike
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When I started reading, I immediately knew I’d read the first book. And for all its flaws, I still enjoyed it. But the next two books… They were not only bad, parts of them bordered on offensive. If you commit suicide, you can only come back to earth crippled? Seriously? And once you come back, you won’t work, and will have to rely on someone else for everything… What exactly is the message supposed to be?

I used to work with people with spinal cord injuries everyday – they’re my co-workers. They were all successful, educated, contributing members of the workforce who not only ran departments but marathons. The idea that you can heal an injury through prayer and love is a slap in the face of every person with an irreparable injury. It’s essentially saying that they aren’t trying hard enough. This whole book was all new age mumbo jumbo about healing through faith. It’s books and ideas like this that make the entire alternative medicine industry seem like a bunch of hooie and invalidates any legitimate work they might do.

Shameful. That’s what it was. I didn’t even keep this book. I didn’t even donate it to the library. I literally just left it somewhere to get it out of my house. It broke my heart a little bit.