My friend Katie B and I were discussing why I’m reading a different book from the one I am supposed to be reading for our next book club meeting. The kindling in question really is schlock, and I just couldn’t stomach another page.
“Bodice ripper?” she asked.
"Worse,” I said, because it takes as Darwinian that every female is pre-disposed to Stockholm Syndrome. Katie B burst out laughing and said I should write a book review column.
I really liked that idea because, while I am totally unqualified to write criticism, I know what I like and I know what it takes to give me approval to use my limited free time in non-multi-tasking activities like reading fiction.
A professional female, I’m unlike most of my friends and colleagues who read 20 lb. software textbooks, career development, management theory, and self-help volumes. They always seem to be striving for improvement – in their relationships, careers, health, spirituality, acceptance of self. Always struggling to be better.
I, on the other hand, read for a good story and to escape. I think the way to make my life better is to take a break from working on success or trying to rise above the human condition, and just escape from the day-to-day into someone else’s reality.
So, in this space I will give a play-by-play of my attempts to bring good reads to my Nook.
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