Yesterday my friend (who works at a book store and publishing house, and is a lover of literary transit experiences) confessed that she has started the Grey series and is so ashamed of partaking in the indulgence in public, that she has considered buying a Kindle (ultimate book store employee betrayal) so she can read without judgmental eyes. She say it’s inappropriate and embarrassing to read Fifty Shades in public because even if people haven’t read it, they know what it’s about. It’s up to par with reading Playboy in the barbershop. But with her long commute each day she can’t stand leaving it at home, and can’t help read it if it’s with her.
So, friend, here are some ways to help hide your scornful addiction to scholastic smut (which I haven’t read…yet), and hopefully the next book you’ll read will make everyone around you feel dumb by comparison. More »