found The Book Lady’s blog today, and the post was terrific. All those things that you should like or do because you’re a reader or a writer but you hate? Those feelings that you bury for fear that someone will find out and call you out as a fraud? Yup, those secrets are now out in the open. And it feels refreshing. You are not alone.
In her comments I fessed up to a few things:
I ended my 8th grade book report on “Red Badge of Courage” with the oh-so-clever “and if you want to find out what happens, you’ll have to read it yourself.” My teacher thought I was being funny. I just couldn’t get past the first few chapters.
If I had to read a book for school, I hated it on principle.
But there are more cobwebs in my closet that could be cleaned out.
I think movies should be taught in English class (not just used as time wasters after exams). Especially for Shakespeare…no more reading him.
As much as I like the idea of a book club, I’m scared of them. Every time I try to talk to a friend about a book, my grand contribution was “I liked/didn’t like it.” I can write opinions, but can’t voice them. Besides, what if all the members like stupid books?
I really don’t like poetry because I don’t want to spend that much time figuring out what something means.
Feel like baring your soul? Leave a comment. Or want to voyeuristically watch other do it? Head over to The Book Lady‘s comments.