I have a tidy pile of books sitting here demanding to be reviewed but I can't get to them right now. You see, I'm reading a good book. It's not just a good book. It's an amazing book. Amazing is even in the title so I know I'm not wrong. ::wink:: It won a Pulitzer Prize. Everyone talks about this book. But I waited ten years to buy the book and then another two years until I finally picked it up off my TBR shelf and started reading it. And now? Well, let's just say that I'm sad it's only 636 pages long because eventually I will be done with it.
So this all sounds great, right? What's the problem? Well, the problem is that I'm a little embarrassed to go around singing its praises because, well, everyone already knows that it is amazing. I don't want to be met with a blank stare or an eye-roll and an "oh, you're JUST getting to that book?" or a "yeah, everyone knows it's awesome ... whatever". I guess it's that fine line between praising a book and acting like you discovered the thing (which I obviously know I didn't). But I'm guilty of sometimes being annoyed when someone new decides that Jane Eyre is "OMG! Amazeballs! Have you HEARD of this book?!?" and I find myself rolling my eyes and sighing and breaking out all sorts of unflattering facial expressions. But then I also know that when someone finally reads Howl's Moving Castle and loves it and wonders why they waited so long to read it, I'm jumping for joy and making suggestions for their next read.
Do you ever feel embarrassed that you are late onto the bandwagon of loving a good book? Do you try and support someone who has just discovered a well-loved classic? And do you ever get annoyed when someone acts like they built the darn bandwagon for an older book? (Bonus question: Is this just a totally mental topic and do I worry too much about what other people might think about the books I read?)
Back to my amazing book,