(This post is meant to be in fun, so no one is allowed to be offended, kapeesh?)
I think we all do something like this, to some extent. I have a dear friend who judges people based off of their favorite Beatles songs! My choice of “Here Comes the Sun” passed muster, but if you were to say, for example, “I Wanna Hold Your Hand,” her opinion of you would drop pretty fast. For some people, it’s the music you listen to; for others, the movies you enjoy.
But for me, it’s books.
If you read C.S. Lewis, I like you automatically, but if you haven’t read his space trilogy, I start to doubt just how big a fan you are. When I discover people who haven’t read Narnia, I jokingly ask them why they don’t love Jesus. (JOKINGLY! Calm down!)
If you read Melina Marchetta, I think you are brilliant and first-class. If you’ve discovered Jandy Nelson’s one novel, I’m impressed and can’t wait to discuss it with you. If you loved The Fault in Our Stars, I think you’re a deep-thinking intellectual. Same thing if you like Yann Martel’s books.
If you read paranormal romance, I will probably automatically think you’re not serious about good books. Probably. Not for sure. I rather liked The Mortal Instruments, but then again, I kind of judge MYSELF for liking them. Ha!
If you’ve read Sophie’s World, I’d be blown away. I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone else who has.
If you refuse to read Harry Potter, I will probably joke that, Yeah, the rest of the world must have been wrong. But yet, I won’t let that argument work on me if you try to use it for another book.
If you’re a big fan of Christian romance, I’m going to raise an eyebrow. (You can convince me of your sound judgment if you tell me they are a guilty pleasure. I have one friend– you know who you are!– who avoids my judgment this way.)
I’m not impressed if you read Austen or the Brontes. I’m not saying these are bad books at all, just that I don’t care for them much (excepting Wuthering Heights).
A friend of Billy Collins is a friend of mine. Same goes for Anne Lamott.
I respect LOTR fans though I myself am not interested.
If “cancer books” are your thing (you know, those books where kids fall in love and one of them dies, and every story is almost identical), we should talk. I can kindly redirect you.
Now, tell me yours! Do you produce snap judgments, and if so, based on what? Give me some details!