On Wednesday Book Rioter Rebecca Joines Schinsky sheared with us a short piece entitled: Margaret Atwood Says It’s OK toRead Whatever You Want, and it got me thinking about how many times I feel like I have to defend what I am reading to others.
I'm not clean of fault you see, since I also look at other people's books in the metro or...well, basically everywhere. Just the other day we went to the spa (don't you love spas?) and for the nth time I forgot to bring a book for the relaxation room, but I didn't help to notice another girl reading 50 shades of Grey. I remember thinking that I wouldn't want to be seen reading that book...but that has more to do with the fact that now a days EVERYONE knows what the book is about and I would feel very awkward if anyone would ask me about it...I'm turning red right now, so let's move one.
For a long time I felt defensive when anyone asked me if I read Twilight. -Yes, I would answer, but I was a teenager (read: I didn't know what I was doing), it was a long time ago, blah blah. The thing is, I did know what I was doing, and mind you, it wasn't that long ago. But the look in their faces! I felt the need to say that I was also reading something like Dostoyevsky (which incidentally I have never read) or Dawkins, just in case they where thinking I was a stupid bubblehead.
And then we have the other case, when I was reading books like 1Q84, The Interrogation or Faust. -Why would you read that? (the appalled face was more common at school than in later years, reading wasn't cool I guess) and apparently saying -Because I felt like it, wasn't good enough because we go back to my sensation of being harshly judged.
Here is the thing. When I was reading 1Q84 I was having a very good time, with all the things happening (good or bad) in the book. I was being fully entertained. And as it so happens, so I was when I was reading Twilight. Granted, the entertainment was different, just as I loved going to The Nutcracker this Christmas and then I watched Family guy and laugh my ass off. They are both relevant for my entertainment, they just fill different moments of my life.
Just last year I mentioned me liking what people call "light books" (I call them sherbet books thank you very much) as a dirty little secret. But I mentioned it there, I do not feel bad about reading this books. I do not go around proclaiming I do, but I don't do that about any book either. That is call bragging people, and no one likes that.
Anyway, this post is mostly because reading Rebecca's post made me think about it more consciously. It made me realize that at some point in my life I manage to stop caring (that much) about what other thought about my reading list, and I think we should all do the same. I will still mention the good points that a book has, in my opinion, but I don't expect nor hope to change anyone's opinion, just to express my own. And if you feel the same, great! And if you still don't...maybe one day you won't need to defend your book, just say I like it because of this, but if you don't...is ok too.
P.S: I finally made the time to post the reviews for Bossypants and Dead Reckoning if you feel like staying here a bit longer.
Have a great week