I can’t escape that book. You know, the book with the tie on the cover. The book that everyone seems to be reading, whether it’s on their Kindle on the subway or on the bench during their lunch break. I don’t even want to say the title because I don’t want anyone to find my blog by searching for it.
I’ll call it “73 Shades of Blah”.
Everywhere I go, it’s there. I go on to my favorite celebrity gossip website, and there is an article about how someone is rewriting Jane Eyre to be some sort of erotic summer beach book. Jane Eyre! When you start messing with the classics, you get on my bad side*. My department’s director was just given 73 Shades of Blah to read by her daughter. Cue ten minute conversation with four other people in my office about:
- How they couldn’t put it down
- How they are waiting until vacation to read the others so they have uninterrupted time
- How it’s “romantic” and “actually has a story”
- How it would be funny for everyone to bring their copies in and pass them around so we can all read it
I don’t want to be in a 73 Shades of Blah book club. I have too many books on my to-read list, let alone other things that I’d rather be doing than reading Twilight fanfiction. I don’t want it popping up on my Facebook newsfeed or my Twitter feed or my Google Reader or anywhere else. I don’t want it blocking good looking books in the bookstore front window, which it’s currently doing at no less than three bookstores I pass by on a regular basis. Do. Not. Want.
I’m sorry if you like the book. I’m sorry if, for one second, you considered recommending it to me. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel the way I do right now when I was discussing Harry Potter. Or LOST. Or anything else that I loved that I wanted to share. I get it now, that feeling of having a book forced upon you is kind of crappy.
* This doesn’t include Jane Austen. I could care less if her characters are fighting zombies or what have you. I’m not much of an Austen fan.
Sorry I’ve had two book posts in a row, I promise I have other interests.