As you might have noticed from my reviews I have an eclectic taste in books so I’m not really embarrassed by any books I’ve read and liked. I think people go through cyclical phases of reading highbrow, lowbrow and middlebrow books and anyone who makes it seem like they only read fancy pants literature is probably lying. And really, in this time of iPads, big screen TVs, Netflix and copious other distractions from reading, I believe that anyone reading any book is a great thing. That being said, if you only read one kind of book (be it high or low brow), I probably won’t be able to contain my urge to gently shove you in the direction of other great things I’ve read. Just spreading the book love man.
Here’s a list of 3 series I unabashedly admit I liked:
That’s right, I devoured these train wrecks. I’m pretty sure I didn’t speak to Steveo or Sir O in full sentences for a week until I finished the series. There’s just something about all consuming love (especially between a really weak, sort of stupid girl and the two hot boys who are fighting over her) that draws me in. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a huge fan of teenaged girls reading these books (like they need more reinforcement that cute boys make the world go round), but for adults they’re just mindless fantasies and we need that sometimes.
My mom had these books lying around the house and as a teenager I ate them up. Who doesn’t love a good, trashy romance once in a while? It felt like forbidden reading fruit with all the adult circumstance and sexy bits. Looking back on it I doubt I’d be overly shocked by anything in Binchy’s novels but at the time I definitely felt I was flying my rebel flag. I bet I even hid it under the bed all sneaky style so my mom wouldn’t know I was reading it.
These books are the grown up version of Twilight. Once I got started on the sexy escapades of Claire and her Jamie I couldn’t stop. Well, that’s not true, I eventually stopped after book four when I realized Claire was going to just keep not listening to Jamie’s warnings, getting into trouble and then waiting for him to rescue her – she really is the adult Bella. But it was fun while it lasted, Gabaldon gave me everything I needed: romance, historical fiction and just enough sex to make me feel embarrassed that I was reading these at the same time as my in laws.
Are you embarrassed by your book choices? (If so, you should probably buy a Kindle)