In honor of Halloween this weekend:
What reading skeletons do you have in your closet? Books you’d be ashamed to let people know you love? Addiction to the worst kind of (fill in cheesy genre here)? Your old collection of Bobbsey Twin Mysteries lovingly stored behind your “grown-up” books? You get the picture … come on, confess!
Book skeletons… I don’t have any. And this is why.
I do not care what anyone thinks of what I read. Reading is something that I do strictly for my own enjoyment or to expand my knowledge of a topic. Go ahead and smirk at me for reading The Da Vinci Code and Angels & Demons. I’ll also admit that I’ve read some of the Gossip Girl books, though that was in high school, and I still love the Magic Tree House Mysteries. Babysitters club anyone? I loved those growing up.
I like my steamy romances and “Vampire Sex Books.” I read my Nora Roberts at school between classes. I’m not ashamed. Better that I’m reading something than sitting on my ass in front of a TV all day not working any of my brain.
I actually got snotty looks from someone when I was reading Sex at Dawn in public. Probably because they didn’t take even half a second to realize that its about the development of human sexuality and not an erotica novel. Because seriously, what do most people think when they see something sex related in a title.
So yeah. No skeletons here. I’ll tell you upfront about what I read and not care, because I don’t feel any reason to let someone make me feel ashamed or stupid about what I read. I know I went on another mini-tangent, but better to get it out than let it fester.
Judgment free zone here, what are the books you thought you couldn’t admit to?