I am an arrogant, picky reader.
I do not love all books, as muck as I'd like to say I do.
I only like books that are compulsively readable.
I am turning away from fiction (gasp!!) and reading more memoir (self-indulgent! trendy!)
I adore People Magazine (lowbrow!)
My son likes movies more than books- he said so himself! (will he also turn out to be a Republican??)
I judge books by their covers. Ugly cover- no read.
I turn my nose up at genre fiction (but what about mysteries/sci-fi/fantasy/romance? what about all those authors just trying to make a living? Sorry!!)
I get totally intimidated and overwhelmed in bookstores knowing that I'll never be able to read everything so I head straight over to the cafe to drown my insecurity in big, fat lattes.
In the last 4 years I have read only contemporary literature (except Gone With the Wind)
I'm in love with Rhett Butler- and my husband doesn't know!
So what do I do now, say 50 rosaries and 10 hail marys or run to the nearest independent bookstore and repent?
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