This week, Wendy asked Weekly Geeks to ‘fess up to our less-than-lofty reading pleasures:
Recently NPR aired a Guilty Pleasures episode where writers talked about the books they loved but were embarrassed to be seen reading. It got me thinking about all those books I love but don’t necessarily want other people to know I love them. Given that the holiday season is filled with eating the foods we love (but shouldn’t eat), parties that last far into the evenings (way past our bedtimes), sipping those holiday drinks (fat with calories but oh so delicious), and curling up in front of our fireplaces with books that take us away from the holiday stresses…I thought it might be fun to share our guilty pleasures with other readers:
- Tell us The Books that you Love but are Embarrassed to be Seen Reading
- Tell us WHY you love them
- And (just for fun) tell us your favorite guilty snack that goes perfectly with all that guilty reading
I’ll be honest – my interest in reading books targeted to young adults has rekindled during the last couple of years, but for the most part, I tend to read them at home (thank you, 24-Hour Readathon!). Unless their covers don’t make it obvious that they’re novels written about, and marketed to, teens, I’m still not terribly comfortable being seen publicly reading books that I look a good thirty years too old for – because at some level, I still feel that I’m supposed to be too old for them. And yet, some of the best books I’ve read this year are YA:
…and I’ve acknowledged that both here and on LibraryThing, so I guess that at some other level, I’m not all that embarrassed about reading them.
However, there’s another type of book that’s far more embarrassing to me than YA: the celebrity memoir. Stacy posted a quiz on her blog recently, asking participants to name the authors/subjects of 16 of these books. I had the highest score; I’ve starred the ones I answered correctly. I have very mixed feelings about the fact that I correctly identified so many.
There are a couple of books that my husband has been trying to get me to read for months; he enjoyed them both, but they languish on my nightstand despite that. Why? Because they’re celebrity memoirs – Bruce Campbell’s If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B-Movie Actor and Craig Ferguson’s American on Purpose. And since I have a strict “review every book I read” policy, I would blog about them once I read them…and that’s why I haven’t done it.
However, now that I’ve owned up to my interest in celebrity memoirs, perhaps you won’t judge me too harshly if I read them every now and then?
And if I indulge in a guilty-pleasure snack while eating, my choice will depend on the time of day. At night it will be something sweet and probably chocolate – cookies or brownies, most likely; in the afternoon, I’ll go for a bowl of Chex Mix.
Do you have any types of books that you hate to admit you love?