In honor of Halloween this weekend, BTT asks:
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!
I discussed public display of reading and censorship a while ago. I probably would not read something with a racy cover (gay or straight), although I have been tempted by the sensation of taking up a book with a racy cover out in public just to see the public’s reaction. I am not so much ashamed of reading a particular genre than a specific author. GLBT literature I read with ease and candor. everywhere Dan Brown I absolutely mind being seen reading in the public. To unearth some of my skeletons: all the books by Michael Thomas Ford like Last Summer and Looking for It, gay-themed (borderline romance if not erotica in my opinion) popular fiction that I amassed from a weekend in Los Angeles or Palm Springs. They are meant to be consumed without second thought. Pleasure reading by the pool. Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. I do like the latter and think it is quite well-written. The false trails galore don’t disfigure the book, as in Da Vinci Code. Would you consider Nicholas Sparks skeletons? I do have a couple of his mushy M&B novels, most notably Message in a Bottle. I had an incurably romantic imagination . The practice of throwing a bottle into the sea with a note inside is one that never failed to thrill me. I embraced the novel as well as the movie after it came out.