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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Don't Read Too Much Into My Reading Choices

Someone I barely knew once told me I "really should make better choices" because I was reading a book called, You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again. So what if I wanna read about Hollywood hopefuls who became Hollywood hookers? (By the way, Mr. Stallone, you are a freaky-deak!) I'm 82% positive I would never be a prostitute to the stars. My choice of reading material doesn't define me. Although I enjoy reading about infamous murders on occasion, I wouldn't actually kill anybody--not even someone who had the gall to lecture me about the books I read. Besides, you can hire people to do that for you.

Hey, I read good stuff, too. Austen, Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Faulkner, Salinger are represented in my stacks. But I do own several books on killers and Hollywood scandals. How did I start down this wayward reading path? As a girl, I devoured Nancy Drew books. From those, I graduated to Agatha Christie. And from there, Stephen King. I guess you could say King's books provided a gateway to the macabre world of true crime.

A movie buff since my teens, I've always loved reading Hollywood biographies--especially those about stars from the studio years. Movie stars of today aren't nearly as secretive (or intriguing) as their 1930s-1950s counterparts, yet I'm still nosy curious about what goes on when the cameras aren't rolling.

You may find my taste in books ... ahem ... distasteful; however, reading about real-life murders and sordid tales of Hollywood doesn't make me a bad person. Fifty Shades of Grey is the best-selling book of all time in the U.K. If you are what you read, Britain must be overrun with sex fiends.

Thank goodness Hubs saw past my book collection when we met. Our reading preferences aren't exactly in sync. He owns Power Ambition Glory by Steve Forbes. I own Malcolm Forbes's They Went That-A-Way, which details how famous people died. He's read How to Win Friends and Influence People. I've read Friends Who Kill Friends. I suppose my reading habits could've scared Hubs off, but he stuck around and even lived to tell about it.

While I sometimes choose to read about psycho killers and the scandalous lifestyles of the rich and famous, I'm harmless. So, don't judge me by my book covers. If you do, just remember: I've read enough true crime books to know how to make your death look accidental.

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