for shame, for shame
This is a fun article:
What Books Make You Cringe to Remember
Authors remembering the books they loved as budding intellectuals, and the related shame that haunts them. While I'm absolutely not ashamed of having devoured The Mists of Avalon with an obsession I have yet to relive (followed by an earnest attempt at Wicca-ry), I totally, totally am embarrassed to reveal that I read every single Sweet Valley High book that the Pacific Grove Library could provide. In high school. My only defense being that we had no TV. Well, we had a TV, but no cable. As in, instead of watching after school specials, I filled the cheesy teen-oriented media void with Francine Pascal's oeuvre.
I also couldn't get enough of the sex scenes in The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love. I wonder if I would be as excited to read it today as I was sophomore year?
Curiously, I never got into the Beat authors, although I was definitely surrounded by lifelong fans, living in Big Sur and all. Ayn Rand never spoke to me, either, but probably less due to her sociopath's philosophy, and more to her writing. (Says the girl engrossed in a Sweet Valley High tale.)
What Books Make You Cringe to Remember
Authors remembering the books they loved as budding intellectuals, and the related shame that haunts them. While I'm absolutely not ashamed of having devoured The Mists of Avalon with an obsession I have yet to relive (followed by an earnest attempt at Wicca-ry), I totally, totally am embarrassed to reveal that I read every single Sweet Valley High book that the Pacific Grove Library could provide. In high school. My only defense being that we had no TV. Well, we had a TV, but no cable. As in, instead of watching after school specials, I filled the cheesy teen-oriented media void with Francine Pascal's oeuvre.
I also couldn't get enough of the sex scenes in The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love. I wonder if I would be as excited to read it today as I was sophomore year?
Curiously, I never got into the Beat authors, although I was definitely surrounded by lifelong fans, living in Big Sur and all. Ayn Rand never spoke to me, either, but probably less due to her sociopath's philosophy, and more to her writing. (Says the girl engrossed in a Sweet Valley High tale.)
Comments
I did read Ayn Rand in high school, just to do it. It's funny how many of the writers listed Ayn Rand as a high school embarrassment.
And, I know I'm anticipating the following: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/21/diablo-cody-sweet-valley-high_n_1104888.html
R-M: Patrick Swayze. YES. May he rest in peace. And thank you for the link to the Sweet Valley High film. I am excited.