Welcome to another Booking Through Thursday, with prompts that probe our reading choices and ask us to ponder them.
What book(s) have you read that you’re secretly ashamed to admit…
I don’t know if “ashamed” is the right description, but once upon a time I enjoyed Danielle Steel books…and in memory of that feeling, I picked up some of the books in recent years.
This particular book of hers was definitely cringe-worthy, filled as it was with cliches and trite ideas:
HRH was definitely not a book I recommended to anyone, and only gave it two stars. In my review (click title), I described “struggling” to read my way through it.
Then there was another book I read last year from an author I usually enjoy. This one was published in the sixties…and I was very excited to get it.
Digging Out, by Anne Richardson (Roiphe) was a book I couldn’t wait to finish! I described in my review that it was “depressing, cold, and harsh.” I gave it three stars.
There have been others over the years, with names that escape me….what remains is the feeling of embarrassment that I am stuck reading the book (for reviews).
Most of the time I am more careful in the books I accept for reviews, but there are occasionally the “unsolicited” ones. What do you do about those? Especially if they are books you wouldn’t choose?