Do you ever crave reading crappy books?
Well, define crappy first. 😉 This prompt was inspired by “Why I Love Crappy Books” over at Lit Drift, where the writer discusses The Da Vinci Code, Twilight, The Time Traveler’s Wife, and The Notebook as self-esteem boosting cautionary tales, guilty pleasures, and unintentionally hilarious.
Learning from bad books is why I always finish a book, unless it brutally offends me. I read Anna Godbersen for the guilty pleasure of it, because, as her work is all historical fiction, it’s a step up from Gossip Girl but with all the addicting overblown drama. And I find unintentional hilarity in nearly everything I read, so perhaps that’s just me being immature.
by Anna Godbersen
is quite in demand at my local library–I finally had to put it on hold just to read it. Alright, I’ll own up–I enjoy a Gossip Girl
novel every once in a while. During my sophomore year of high school, a girl in my math class let me borrow a few novels, and they are crack. You just keep compulsively reading them until they are finished, and then realize you haven’t really read anything of worth after you’re done. But man, it’s fun while you’re reading them.So rest assured that when I say this is similiar to Gossip Girl
, it’s kind of a compliment. The fact that’s a period piece set it apart for me–I can have the ridiculous romantic entanglements with repression and clashing social classes on top? Yes, please!