This week the question comes from SammyDee who asks:
What book(s) have you read that you’re secretly ashamed to admit?
Now there’s an intriguing question if ever I saw one; depending on whether you put the focus on being ashamed to admit, or on being secretly ashamed… Which implies you might be willing to admit you read the book – but trying to hide feeling guilty about it!
I suppose it shifts with age and circumstances and experience, what one might feel “guilty” about. The first “adult” books one came upon in childhood/early teens, before perhaps feeling quite ready for them oneself. Or still reading children’s books after one is supposed to have outgrown them. Reading anything for pure pleasure when one is supposed to be reading (or doing) something more serious. An “ungodly” book in a religious context, or a religious book in an ungodly context… I’ve probably been there, done that with all the categories! No specific titles pop to mind though. Except… I think I did hesitate for a moment once upon a time before borrowing Lady Chatterly’s Lover from the library. It did seem such an obvious title - although by that time I’m sure I’d read other books with content just as bold.
“Books... are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.”
~ Dorothy L. Sayers ~
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