Books/Series in the Closet
What book/series do you love secretly and have a hard time admitting you love?
I don’t love the series, but I like it a lot. The adolescent, obnoxious, wish-I-knew-then-what-I-know-now middle schooler in me enjoys reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid. I have the first five or six (or seven?) books in the series. I’ve been contemplating with myself about keeping or getting rid of the books from my shelf, but I think I would like to pull them out on a bad day just to read and laugh.
This isn’t a secret, but I am very cognizant of pushing this series on people: Outlander. I think it has now grown to have a niche and strong following than it did even ten, twelve years ago. In college, I was embarrassed to talk about this book with others. It was in my closet then. When I first started my blog, I wasn’t embarrassed to share or talk about the books, but I was aware that there were going to be people who did not want to hear it and I could get some nasty backlash. I’ve seen it already out there and I didn’t want to make a platform available for that to happen to me.
Another book along the same lines about cognizance and blowback that is a book that will never die in my heart. I have talked about Looking for Alaska many, many times on my blog and what it means to me and why. I even created a feature on my blog, Famous Last Words, based around the reasons I love and advocate for John Green’s book. This is a book that most people judge and trash based on the fact that “she’s teaching them how to have sex” (oral, with a toothpaste tube – nothing ever comes to fruition – this is not uncommon and is realistic for the world we live in) and the question swirling around about Alaska. There is SO MUCH MORE to this book. Everything that Pudge and the Colonel do in their search for Alaska’s truth show great character, dedication, compassion, and empathy – a lesson many are neglecting to teach their children in today’s world. I have become more open with sharing my history with this book and feel like I can now openly talk about it, and I realize it can make some people uncomfortable and they don’t really know what to say – and I’m OK with that and it’s OK.
It should also be no surprise that I am a huge romance reader. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: I read Outlander at age 12. However, my mother always tried to hide the covers of what she was reading in public, and I have always felt embarrassed about reading this genre. Even reading next to The Man on the couch, I’m embarrassed for him to look over and start reading my page when it’s starting into a steamy moment. Why? Why am I embarrassed? I shouldn’t be. I can read what I want, when I want. It’s not something to be embarrassed about, but I am…because all my life growing up the concept of reading a “bodice ripper” was reinforced to me as being embarrassing and something to hide and do in private. However, I am not a fan of erotica. There is a clear and distinct difference between romance and erotica, and I find that some erotica is in the closet themselves trying to market as romance. I’m not down with that.