I am a librarian and I do not like to read literature. There, I said it. Don’t get me wrong, I love to read—I just don’t like “the classics” as a genre. The Brontës put me to sleep. And don’t get me started on Ulysses. (Sorry to all my wonderful Rosenbach colleagues, but I just don’t want to spend my time reading a book that needs 10 other books—at least—to explain to me how brilliant it is.) Every other year or so, I break out one of those books that I’m supposed to read in order to see if I will like it. Nope.
No more shame!
I love cheesy fantasy. The best kinds have talking mice, telepathic horses, and kick-butt heroines.
I love long series that are so fluffy you can read three in one day on vacation.
I enjoy reading Dan Brown, even if his writing is so annoying I want to hurt the book. (Not really ... I would NEVER hurt a book.)
Sometimes I want to read a book that makes me cry.
And finally, since I'm being honest, I barely get to read anymore. Most of my reading time lately is reserved for repeats of The Monster at the End of This Book, Diggers Go, and Bats at the Library.
... Oh, and I also didn’t like Mad Men or Downton Abbey. Should I turn in my Librarian card now?
For the entire month of November, Free Library staff will be embracing our so-called “guilty pleasures” without embarrassment! Join in and show us your pride for whatever you’re reading, watching, or listening to by snapping a photo with the hashtag #FLPNoShameNovember. We’ll feature your photos on our social media accounts and curate a list of the now-shameless titles!