I recently read a Craisglist Missed Connection from a guy in search of a young lady he'd spotted reading J.D. Salinger's Franny & Zooey on the red line. And while Franny & Zooey is easily one of my all-time favorite novels, I can't say that my current read is one I'd be proud to be caught poring over on the Metro -- & it's definitely not one that's going to garner me any positive attention, Craigslist or otherwise!
A peek into my purse reveals the following:
I tried to surreptitiously read this today in the Dupont Circle Metro station while sitting next to a girl reading something wise-sounding called "At Death's Widow." Unfortunately, my book has the title printed at the top of every even-numbered page, so even if I shield the cover, Nosy Nancies peeking over my shoulder can still see what I'm reading.
How embarrassing. I think I'll read this one in my apartment alone from now on.
How embarrassing. I think I'll read this one in my apartment alone from now on.
I used to get embarrassed by my ridiculous book choices, but I can't focus on anything serious unless I'm just at my house reading so I gave up. Now I read my chick lit with pride-- okay maybe not pride, but less embarrassment?
ReplyDeleteAhhh I'm always embarrassed when people ask me what I'm reading...because it's never anything substantial...
ReplyDeleteI get so tired of reading serious stuff for school that I am completely unashamed to read chick lit in public, really, who doesn't love Meg Cabot?
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