Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I am Reading Trash, and I Don't Care.

I think that title says it all, don't you?

The other day I got an email from my cousin (hi Court!) who said that sometimes she reads lousy books just to have something to do that doesn't require a lot of thought. Well, I'm here to tell you that I do exactly the same thing. I'm a little self conscious about it, being that I'm keeping track of everything I read and all that, but it is the truth.

Sometimes I read trash.

There are limits, of course. Not too long ago I tried to read a book by this Debbie Macomber character -- a book about knitting, no less! -- but I just could not choke it down. The writing was so bad, the plot was predictable, and the characters were wooden. How do people get away with this stuff? When I think of all the great writers I've read over the years who never had a thing published, it makes me a little crazy.

For example, the guy I went to university with who wrote that if there was one hour left until the end of the world, he would spend that hour waiting for a bus. Why? Because the time passes very slowly, and you're always glad when the bus arrives.

Life is not fair, and that's a fact.


Courtney said...

Okay so about a month ago I read this book called the Suduko Puzzle Mystery and it was about some lady who writes the crossword/ suduko puzzles in the newspapers yet she also hangs around the police department and solves crimes. WHAT? And somehow the crime in this book (and I get the feeling that it's like this in all the books) revolve around solving crosswords or sudoku puzzles. Um yeah, it was definite trash reading.

christianne said...

please call me with your contact info-I lost your cell # when the phone it was stored in died..I thought I'd leave you a message here before I resort to calling your mother :)