STATUS: It feels like it should be Friday already. The five day work week is so overrated.
What’s playing on the iPod right now? I’LL BE AROUND by Joan Osborne
I have an interesting book in my collection. An editor friend sent me CONFESSIONS OF AN HEIRESS by Paris Hilton last year or it might have been the year before last. I can’t remember.
I gobbled it up in one sitting. I found it hilarious and highly entertaining. And I’m no book snob, so I stuck it on my coffee table to share with the world.
Then an interesting thing started to occur. Friends would come over and instantly be horrified that I was so proudly displaying such a crass book.
But what I noticed is that these book snobs couldn’t keep their hands off of it. They just had to pick it up and start reading. Inevitably they would become engrossed in the book (as the evening continued around them).
Paris Hilton's confessions was a book snob’s kryptonite!
Interestingly enough, I hear these same similar remarks about romance novels (“how can you read that stuff” etc.) and imagine the horror if any of those folks found out that a book they actually read and enjoyed would be considered romance (happens more than you think!).
What’s my point? None really, except maybe book snobbery is silly. Read what you enjoy and be proud of it.