Dec 17 2007
This is the one with a small confession.
I read a lot. And I’ll even admit to being a book snob. From time to time I silently judge people who say that they have never read some of what I think of as essential reads.
And right now I’m in the middle of one of a brainless book that I’m kind of embarrassed to admit to reading: Street Lawyer by John Grisham. And I’m not just confessing to reading (and really enjoying) this one Grisham novel. This confession is much deeper than that; I’ve read almost every Grisham novel.
It started when I was a teenager and picked up The Client. And it slowly progressed into some of his other big ones like The Pelican Brief and A Time To Kill. And now I find myself walking the book aisle at Target (I know!) buying the latest Grisham novel because I’m too embarrassed to buy his stuff at real bookstores.
Anyone else have a guilty literary pleasure?
Catching up on some tv.
You shameless hussy!
After college, I read several books in The Cat Who Series: a man who solves crimes with the help of his two cats. How gay is that?
Yikes.
I think that these guilty pleasures aren’t that bad as long as we know that they shouldn’t be taken too seriously. If you’re out there talking up the Harrloquin books you’re reading and considering them American Classics, then you’re in trouble.
Right?
LOL!!! I just love your reviews.
It’s been a while since I read The Bell Jar, but the idea of Sylvia Plath in the plastic and face paint world of that magazine is absurd. She was a brilliant woman in a world that did not admit that women could be brilliant.
As for Harry Potter. I was just green with envy for ages, but couldn’t help loving those books–every one of them.
Grisham may not be the world’s finest stylist, but he is a very good storyteller. Some people who fancy themselves great authors are not, which is why most of the thousands of books published each year sell fewer than 99 copies.