Not a conundrum

Lit is one of those books I’ve had on my wishlist/reading list for ages. I’ve heard fantastic things about it and raves from people of all walks of life. As a result I was pretty happy to find it at the library for lending on my Kindle. I blasted through Juliet, Naked and started Lit.

I read Cherry some years ago and thoroughly enjoyed it. I read it for the same reasons I wanted to read Lit – universally great reviews. For me, Lit has been much slower going. And then I ground to a halt. One, life is to short to read things I don’t find compelling. Two, I just cannot get into the subject no matter how lovely the writing. It turns out that having had my own binge drinking experiences in high school and college, I don’t find it all that interesting to read about those experiences of others.

Caveat, here: I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. It was a terrible film but long before the film it was a website and then a book. My husband pointed it out to me and Tucker Max’s stories fucking slayed me. This one especially. Yes, Tucker Max is a misogynist douchebag but a funny story is a funny fucking story. (Literally)

This is all apropos of getting the email from my library that Charlaine Harris’s #10 (Dead in the Family) is available. I didn’t want to buy it because 1) hardcover price, 2) the series has been getting repetitive and 3) my friend Mo said it wasn’t that great. Free, though, means I’ll try to read damn near anything.

That said, I’m ditching a literary confessional for a trashy vampire book. My inner English major tells me I should be ashamed but I can’t muster it. I’m down with a little bit of brain candy now and then.