guilty pleasures

One week ago, I read a book that was not exactly well-written, but I was still pretty fascinated and tore through it (and requested the next two books in the series from the library).  I announced to Facebook that I felt split in two, my reader-self warring with my writer-self.

I generally don’t read poorly-written books.

I know that’s a bold statement, but I figure that I have so many wonderful books on my list to read that I just won’t waste time with a book that doesn’t hold my interest or isn’t written well.

There are a few exceptions.  If I hear from enough people that I have to read a book which I have deemed as sub-par, then I have been known to cave to peer pressure just so that I can come back and tell them that I read it and still didn’t like it (since I am a literature snob.  I know, I know.).  The other exception would be if I have read an incredible book by an author in the past, then I will give the not-as-good book by the same author the benefit of the doubt, reading to the end, hoping for the author to redeem himself.  I feel I owe it to the author since he/she has already graced the literary world at one point.

But then there are these strange guilty pleasure books that I don’t even like to admit I read and enjoyed.  There aren’t a lot.  In fact, I feel like the last time I indulged in such a way was back in high school during the Left Behind series.  But last weekend I read a book about demon-hunting teenagers whose lives are full of killing, blood, and sexual tension.  I guess I will call it a guilty pleasure.

What are yours?

4 thoughts on “guilty pleasures

  1. Is something really a guilty pleasure if you don’t feel guilty about liking it? I scream Natasha Beddingfield’s ‘Unwritten’ punk rock style when it comes on the radio and I feel no shame.

  2. Confession: In High School I read the entire “Twilight” series within a week or two because I loved it so much… Now I’ve been cured of my Twi-hard tendencies, but do fall back into the trap of inspirational western romances…

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