I don't know much but I do know books


I've always been a voracious reader and was known to regularly frequent bookshops in search of my next book to read and to make endless wish lists of the books I really really want to read. In fact I spent an inordinate amount of time hanging out in the shop I now work
In. Funnily enough the novelty of spending time there has worn off slightly now that I am getting paid to do so.

Naturally there is more to my job than wafting around the place looking decorative but somedays it's quiet and there isn't much to do so we stand around making disparaging remarks about some of the trashier new books that have just come in. Most of these books are channeling E.L James' 50 shades of grey. Having suffered through her first book, in one of those cases where curiosity did not pay off, I do hope that the others in that vein are somewhat better written but I guess the truth is I will never know because that sort of thing isn't something I'd voluntarily Read. So mostly I just laugh at the titles and the really obvious covers. All dark with a shoe or a flower or a whip. The smut inside is most certainly implied with the liberal use of words like desire and sensual on the book cover. 

Now the thing that's really annoying me right now. More so than all the other things that regularly annoy me ( I know, sometimes I'm just too cheery for my own good) Is the new set of books emerging where you might accidentally buy it and then later find out you bought some lady porn because you were lead astray by  the innocuous cover and cleverly worded blurb. There's been two or three new arrivals in recent weeks where I actually thought at first glance it was something I might read. lucky for me 
I did some further investigation before taking said books home because I'm not sure I could have lived down the smirks on my colleagues faces when I returned the book and protested that I really didn't 
Know it was that sort of book. Although there was one book recently that I thought look interesting and It wasn't until I was half way through the description on the back that I realised it was poorly disguised Porn. Then I took a better look at the book and saw it had been written by a former porn star. I guess I should be more observant. That's  
The real lesson here. 

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