"What reading skeletons do you have in your closet? Books you’d be ashamed to let people know you love? Addiction to the worst kind of (fill in cheesy genre here)? Your old collection of Bobbsey Twin Mysteries lovingly stored behind your 'grown-up' books? You get the picture … come on, confess!"So I have to confess . . . I really don't think I have any skeletons in the old closet, when it comes to my reading habits. I do have a lot of various literary (and semi-literary) addictions, and some of those might seem odd by another reader's standards (like my love of Little Lulu comics). And, yes, I do have a collection of old Bobbsey Twin books lovingly stored away, as well as Nancy Drews, Danny Dunns, and Happy Hollisters. But they're not in hiding - I just don't have room on the shelves for all the books I own.
I'm not embarrassed about any of the books I read. I guess I sort of agree with Oscar Wilde: "There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all."