Books I'm Ashamed to Admit I Haven't Read
There are so many books out there that I'm completely ashamed to admit that I haven't read yet. Certainly there are some classics that as, ahem, an almost English teacher I just pretend to have read, like:
That's right. I've never read any of these, and frankly, I don't plan to (unless I end up having to teach them), but I can talk about them like I have. If I learned anything while getting my BA in English it was how to talk about shit I haven't actually read. There are actually a few classics I'd love to read, but just never have. I love Pride and Prejudice, for example, and am completely ashamed to admit that it is the only Jane Austen book I've ever actually read.
Then there are the books that every body raves about, that I just don't get. There are a couple of recent books that everybody in the blogsphere seems to adore that I just couldn't get through. Especially these:
Everybody and their mother was, like: These are the best book ever! I tried to read both, twice, and just couldn't get through either one. Of course, there's a feeling of: Is there something wrong with me? Why do I not love these books like all of my friends?
Then there are the books that I really want to read that have been withering away in my TBR pile that I just cannot find the time to read, no matter how badly I want to, like:
This list doesn't even put a dent into the books that I'm embarrassed to admit that I haven't read, but just looking at it makes me sad, so I'm going to stop there. I'm going to go hide now. Are there any books you are ashamed to admit you haven't read yet? I know I can't possibly be alone on this...