I loved the quote of the day from goodreads.com for this past Saturday. It was:
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
It takes many personalities wriggling back and forth between the frontal and temporal lobes to create a great book involving a myriad of character personas. Assuming a book’s sales hint at its “quality,” or at least its popularity, the author must be chocked full of dementia praecox.
Popularity is a funny thing. What makes one book seem to have universal appeal while another goes unnoticed? It’s a personal pet peeve to see so many women reading Shades of Grey like it’s the new Kama Sutra. Maybe it doesn’t indicate anything other than curiosity about all the hype. Maybe it doesn’t reflect an odd, in my opinion, taste in books.
Perhaps a friend suggested, “Oh, you’ll LOVE this book!” And I’ve never read it, so who am I to say? Thousands of women apparently do love it, at least in a dirty-little-secret sort of way, giggling at an inside joke.
It’s interesting to ponder what my update says to my goodreads “friends” about me, if anything. Does reviewing a children’s chapter book read with my son at bedtime in my collection imply I am stuck in childhood? What if they don’t know there’s a five-year old involved? So I wonder if the titles people choose kind of reflect who they are or just their whim of the day.
I must keep an open mind and not judge, even though I choose not to jump on that Grey bandwagon. It is simply not a title I would pick based on the seemingly misogynistic premise. I made that mistake once with Eat, Pray, Love. Never again.
Let’s hope my reading list doesn’t speak to my overall taste or reading abilities. I like to mix it up based on friends’ recommendations and even throw in an old children’s classic I missed along the way. But what would someone think of it taking me since February to only get 30% through The Laugh-A-Day Book of Bloopers, Quotes & Good Clean Jokes? It’s not exactly a spell-binder.