Reading Shmeading

I am a reader. I read fiction. Good fiction! In high school I read all the classics for fun. I was an English major in college. I read every night to go to sleep and have my entire life since I can remember being old enough to hold a book. I read books people consider "literature". I have high standards. I debate about current fiction and how low the quality is these days. I admit that I sometimes foray into things that are a little more...trashy. I have been known to read the chic lit book here and there and maybe even a harlequin romance if the airplane ride is more than 2 hours. I admit this with deep shame. But, you know. When the situation fits….

Does the situation fit? I can’t read a well-written literature type book to save my life right now. I have spoken to a few of my brethren who have suffered this bedrest situation, and they admit a similar inability to concentrate on anything that takes any real mental ability. For me, the better the book, the better written or complex with interesting characters and good story telling, the less I can deal. So I have read a few of my trashier books, and they sort of hit the spot. But how do I get to the trashy novel? I am too ashamed to tell people to go buy me something with an illustration of a bodice being ripped on the cover, and people who know me keep bringing "good" books to read. So I finally decided to risk my Amazon profile with a few unsavory bits of fiction. Still, I dread signing back on to amazone.com and finding other suggestions of books based on previous purchases. Danielle Steel will probably come up right under my name. The shame! I have a reputation to uphold! But what can I say? I cannot wait for my books to arrive.