- Benjamin Franklin
The other day I read a post over at BookRiot by Rebecca Joines. This one, in fact: 7 of my dirty little reading secrets. It was a quick and simple post, and I very much liked the idea of it. (As you can tell by the title of this post). My secrets are never so horrid that anybody would need to be dead for me to keep them. I don't know anybody whose life is that topsy turvy. Truth be told, I don't have much that's absolutely secret. Thanks to social media and my inability to keep my mouth shut/fingers still, all of my embarrassments are out there for everybody to see. In all of its somewhat dubious colour and detail. So here's a quick writeup for today. (I know! A short post from me! Has hell frozen over?) 5 of my (not-so-secret if you follow me on Facebook/Tumblr/Twitter) dirty little reading secrets.
What are YOUR dirty little reading secrets?
And because I'm a horrid person I'll probably keep on doing so. (Although I would like to add that I do un-dog ear them afterward, although they will permanently bear the mark). I'm always sort of sorry about it. Just not enough to stop altogether. It could be considered a kind of compliment. Something about that author, that book, that page, that passage prompted me, nay MOVED ME, enough to physically mark out proof that I sometimes do have life changing thoughts. (Am just realising that didn't really sound apologetic enough).
And I am absolutely unrepentant about it. I read a little of the beginning and then flip to the back and read the last few pages. I don't remember how this habit started, either. This is, sorta/kinda, my justification: Life is too short to be stuck with a crap ending, and I NEED A HAPPY EVER AFTER LIKE I NEED CHOCOLATE. That and the fact that, at this point in time (although it's pretty much standard for me) I currently have out 32 books, with another 28 on the way in the next day or two. We have a limit of 35 items at one time. That means I can take 3 more books out. Three. That's it. Two. Which means I need to be double-quick at working my way through them (luckily some are picture books, a couple DVDs (like Miranda season two YAY ME!), and some CDs), or be ruthless with what I choose to read first. So when the next round of my requested books come through I'll read the beginning and the ending and then, if I don't like either, it'll go to the bottom of my (ever growing) to-be-read pile. Every time I tell people I read the ending first they get this sad look on their face and I know that they're thinking, "Somewhere a fairy just died," and that I am Ruiner Of All The Things.
Something about Emma, as a character, makes me want to whack her over the head with something/anything. And I always see her as a flibbertigibbet. And I always feel so terribly guilty about that. And yes, I'm fully aware another fairy just died. (I swear, that should be a tag of its own for this post).
And I'm not quite sure why. I feel bad about it, if that makes me stand a little bit taller and a little less slouchier in your eyes. I celebrate New Zealand writers. I just don't read their work. Two years running I've tried to do something about it and failed each time, although I did find a few great gems along the way. I seem to chuck back more than I reel in. A lot of it, I suspect, is because I stopped reading NZ fiction in my mid teens, so maybe my NZ reading age/hopes/expectations are permanently stuck at 14/15/16 with Margaret Mahy's Haunted and The tricksters. (Which I read for the romance angle, even back then I was unknowingly all about the romance). I'm working on improving my cultural cringe. Just not in a quick way. And yes, you can leave recommendations to assist me, and I do so promise to faithfully read each and every one. No matter how long it takes.
And I'm absolutely unembarrassed about admitting that. Fanfiction, for those who don't know what it is, can be defined (sort of) thus: fictional stories written by fans of an original work. In my case, my fandom is Supernatural. (We are plentiful, and we are insane). That means that I read online stories written by fans of the show that are about the characters, or the actors themselves. Disregard what people tell you about fanfic being all about the strange and the weird (although some of it is) and the downright sexually perverted (some of it is that, too, although I believe that's a perspective thing - one person's EWW is another person's OOH, after all). There are some great stories because, simply, there are some great writers. And me? I'm all about the happy ever after endings.