My secret

I have a secret. It’s nothing to major, but it is enough to cause embarrassment. Let me start by saying: I like to portray myself as a highly intelligent person. I buy books to read in my free time like: The lives of Women in Ancient Greece and Rome: A Book of Translations; it is a book containing the translations from ancient Greek and Latin containing writing both from and about women at the time. I am also working my way through Hitler: A Pathology of Evil. For fun. It’s weird and probably a bit pompous, I know.

And that’s where my secret comes in: I read trashy romance novels. My favorite author is Julia Quinn. I own about 15 of her novels. It’s bad. I’m addicted. You know how you can’t judge a book by its cover and all that? Well, usually, you can judge it by the price tag and Julia Quinn cost all of $7.99 a book. It is not the most intelligent work out there.

And it is so embarrassing when guests come over. The books are sitting on the shelf, organized in typical OCD Maria-style, right there, for anyone to see. And, for the most part, people are polite about it, and semi-discreet about laughing at me, but I can totally tell when they are. And I blush and try to justify why I own these books. I talk about how Julia Quinn graduated from Harvard, her books and characters interact and overlap, there is a depth to her characters, and I am learning about history (did I mention these books take place from 1814-1820 in England…?).

But, the reality is, I just like to read these books. I like reading something with no expectation that I will be better after I have read it. I like having five hours of entertainment, where I can escape the world and, for a little while, pretend I am a “princess” (or duchess, viscountess, ect.). I know, it’s childish to pretend like that, but it is so much fun!

I would love to live in 1816 England, but only if I were the daughter of an Earl, and didn’t have eye problems, or migraines, or if my teeth were perfect, and I was a blonde…. Okay, so realistically, I wouldn’t want to live in that time (I like toilettes that flush, running water, electricity), but it’s fun to pretend for a little while.

So there it is, my deep, dark secret. Feel free to laugh, but I know everyone has their own little secrets, things they like to pretend for a little while: be it a super-hero, princess, millionaire, or nobody (for those who are famous). And it’s okay! Enjoy it, embrace it!

Feel free to be young at heart! You have permission.

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One thought on “My secret

  1. You are definitely not the only one that reads “Trashy” romance novels! I, too, am embarrassed about some books I have on display. But they have some value to me even just as entertainment. I think that sometime I get too caught up on the intellectual value of items and think of anything as entertainment is bad. Entertainment shouldn’t be an embarrassing.

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