Monday, 16 November 2009
Even the most unobservant blog follower will have noticed that it has been nearly a month since my last post. I've been reading during that time and as ever some books have been good, some bad and shock horror there is one that I am actually reading really slowly because it is so detailed and beautifully written that I am savouring every page.
However I feel slightly guilty about the bulk of my recent reading as it is a genre that is really looked down upon.
The celebrity biography.
There I've said it. In a public place. Now I'll go for a cleansing shower.
No I won't. I refuse to feel ashamed of my reading choices. This time of year the bookshops are full of s'leb biogs. They aren't always very good, they aren't always very illuminating and sometimes they aren't even very enjoyable. Yet every year I am drawn to read at least a few of them.
The ones I've perused this year have been pretty run of the mill (and no I'm not going to open myself up to more ridicule by actually telling you whose they were) but they've made me smile and have made those first few weeks after the clocks change seem far far brighter.
I've had my fix for now tho' and I'm back on the hard stuff, more of which to follow.