Just in time for Halloween, Booking Through Thursday‘s weekly prompt concerns skeletons: specifically, book skeletons:
What reading skeletons do you have in your closet? Books you’d be ashamed to let people know you love? Addiction to the worst kind of (fill in cheesy genre here)? Your old collection of Bobbsey Twin Mysteries lovingly stored behind your “grown-up” books? You get the picture … come on, confess!
Interesting question. I would counter that we shouldn’t feel embarrassed about our reading. If we like it, why care what others think about it? I have had total strangers on the Internet insinuate I’m immature because I enjoy the Harry Potter series. I say those folks are sadly limited if they feel you cross this age line that prohibits you from reading certain books. I also liked the first Twilight book quite a bit, and I didn’t think New Moon and Eclipse were terrible. I have read every genre from children’s literature, to romance, to science fiction, to fantasy, to cookbooks, and you name it otherwise, and I just don’t see any reason to be embarrassed by my reading habits. I think the only thing you should be embarrassed about is if you don’t read anything. Now those people I can’t understand.