This week, we have a very intriguing little BTT topic: "Two-thirds of Brits have lied about reading books they haven’t. Have you? Why? What book?"
OK, this is really embarrassing to admit. The book that comes readily to mind – the one book I can remember actually lying about reading – is Pride and Prejudice.
I was supposed to read Jane Austen's masterpiece in my high school senior English class. Only made it about a third of the way through, then flipped ahead to the last few pages, and wrote the report. At seventeen, I found the goings-on of Lizzie and Darcy and their ilk soul-crushingly boring. Will they get together? Won't they get together? Does she or doesn't she? Who'll marry who? What's for tea? Don't you like my bonnet? It all seemed like just so much mindless gibberish.
A few years later, I decided to give the Bennet girls another try, and absolutely loved the book. By then I was a different person, of course, so I guess that's not so surprising. And since then, I've reread P&P at least once and it's become one of my favorites. So I guess there's no accounting for teenage tastes.
These days, my reading life isn't bound by any rules but my own – I'm free to read what I want when I want, and I read for pleasure, not to impress. So there's no need for me to lie about whether or not I've read any particular book. I'm sure I've probably committed literary subterfuge a few other times in the past, but nothing else comes to mind. How about you?