I saw this awesome Confessions meme on Parajunkee, and I thought I’d play along this week. The goal is to write a post about your most eccentric bookworm confession. So, here is mine:
Confession of the week: When I was in high school, our reading assignments were ridiculously easy. We had to read one chapter of the assigned book every night. I don’t like reading one short chapter at a time. I’d rather sit down for a few hours and read a bunch of chapters (or a whole book) at once.
Since I didn’t want to read one chapter a night, I was always way ahead on my assigned reading. But, when my friends asked if I’d done the reading, I always lied and said I was way behind. I don’t know why I lied. They all knew that I read a lot of books. Maybe I was embarrassed about being too enthusiastic about our homework. Or maybe I thought my friends would take advantage of me because they never did the reading and always needed someone to tell them what happened in the book. I don’t know. I just always felt like I needed to keep my assigned reading a secret.
What about you? Do you have any bookish confessions?
Question of the week: If you would only read one book in your whole life, which one would it be?
Answer: This is so hard. I’d probably pick The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. That book makes me think, so it would keep me busy.