Monday, May 12, 2008
I have a confession to make.
I did something new and slightly embarrassing on Saturday afternoon.
I made a purchase that I would never want to show in public....
Yes, I bought my first ever chick-lit novel.
Inspired by Marian Keyes' blog, that Jo (I think) passed onto me many months ago, and that I've been reading and enjoying for so long, I decided the time had come to make that step forward, and read some of her published stuff.
I made a joke to the shop assistant that they should sell chick lit books with serious adult covers, like they do with the Harry Potter books.
He wasn't in banter form and looked like he took offence at my words.
Well I got as far as 2 pages that I read on the way home but haven't had a chance to go near it since.
I'm having a bad reading year.
I constantly fail my gender when it comes to reading. Many a year I'd be on a villa holiday in the sun and all the other girlies swap girlie books, read 400 pages in an hour and talk about how many they've read, borrowed, liked; while I fade into the background feeling yet another notch on the don't-fit-in ladder.
Then I earned myself some college girlie friends and I escaped the chick lit but inherited misery-lit. All the book talk now is about 7-year old tortured one-armed child prostitutes from Armenia living in slave camp in Nigeria who dream of throwing stones in the water with their now Taliban-stoned mother and honour-killed sister. Bring back the girlie shite.
And yet I do adore a quality rom-com and any period drama, but if I ever do get past page two of Marian, it'll be within the confines and safety of my own home.
Posted by Bonn at Monday, May 12, 2008