am i getting too old for this?
Yesterday, armed with two $5 gift cards and fifteen minutes to kill before my shift at retail paradise began, I headed into B. Dalton and went straight to the Young Adult section.
(My relationship with publishing company publicists does not extend to YA/Childrens books, because my almost-defunct magazine is not directed to children or young adults. Thus, I am faced with the prospect of PAYING for these books if I want to read them in a timely fashion.)
Actually, I headed NEARLY straight to the young adult section, stopping only to ogle Ryan Gosling on the cover of The Notebook. I hate when I am lured by pretty boys on crappy books.
When I got there, I was torn between getting the newest Gossip Girl (til May! It wasn't supposed to be out 'til May!) and the newest A-List. I picked the A-List because it was longer (more bang for your buck) and because the Gossip Girl series annoys me half to death, even more so since I heard Lindsay Lohan was cast as Blair in the adaptation. (Issues with that shall be saved for another day.) YET I STILL READ THEM. Why can't Cecily Von Ziegesar do something completely off-putting, something on par with this season's The O.C. so that I will stop reading entirely? I fear the answer is never.
Book in hand, I pranced happily to the register, knowing full well I'd be back for Gossip Girl another day. I shouldn't have a problem with this unbounded affection for trashy teen novels. I really, really shouldn't. But the thing is - I'm almost 25.
MY QUARTERLIFE CRISIS INVOLVES TEEN BOOKS.
I know I'm not the only one who suffers this syndrome, which I would dub with a creative name if I could come up with one. I am bad at creative names, which is why it took me seven weeks to come up with a title for this blog. But I digress. I'm not the only one - I have a friend who religiously buys each new Princess Diaries offering, and then HIDES THEM IN HER UNDERWEAR DRAWER. Like they're a secret porn stash hidden from a prying lover. Actually, her porn is out in the open - it's only her teen novels she hides.
I have less guilt, because I'm armed with my full set of excuses. "I'm a children's librarian! Okay, I'm not QUITE a children's librarian, but I will be soon! I have to keep up with the trends! I read True Believer because I knew it was going to be a bestseller and people would ask me about it, dammit! "
(Another Bad Excuse. Case in point: I still have not read The DaVinci Code, although I have watched two related Dateline specials)
The first step is admitting you have a problem.
(My relationship with publishing company publicists does not extend to YA/Childrens books, because my almost-defunct magazine is not directed to children or young adults. Thus, I am faced with the prospect of PAYING for these books if I want to read them in a timely fashion.)
Actually, I headed NEARLY straight to the young adult section, stopping only to ogle Ryan Gosling on the cover of The Notebook. I hate when I am lured by pretty boys on crappy books.
When I got there, I was torn between getting the newest Gossip Girl (til May! It wasn't supposed to be out 'til May!) and the newest A-List. I picked the A-List because it was longer (more bang for your buck) and because the Gossip Girl series annoys me half to death, even more so since I heard Lindsay Lohan was cast as Blair in the adaptation. (Issues with that shall be saved for another day.) YET I STILL READ THEM. Why can't Cecily Von Ziegesar do something completely off-putting, something on par with this season's The O.C. so that I will stop reading entirely? I fear the answer is never.
Book in hand, I pranced happily to the register, knowing full well I'd be back for Gossip Girl another day. I shouldn't have a problem with this unbounded affection for trashy teen novels. I really, really shouldn't. But the thing is - I'm almost 25.
MY QUARTERLIFE CRISIS INVOLVES TEEN BOOKS.
I know I'm not the only one who suffers this syndrome, which I would dub with a creative name if I could come up with one. I am bad at creative names, which is why it took me seven weeks to come up with a title for this blog. But I digress. I'm not the only one - I have a friend who religiously buys each new Princess Diaries offering, and then HIDES THEM IN HER UNDERWEAR DRAWER. Like they're a secret porn stash hidden from a prying lover. Actually, her porn is out in the open - it's only her teen novels she hides.
I have less guilt, because I'm armed with my full set of excuses. "I'm a children's librarian! Okay, I'm not QUITE a children's librarian, but I will be soon! I have to keep up with the trends! I read True Believer because I knew it was going to be a bestseller and people would ask me about it, dammit! "
(Another Bad Excuse. Case in point: I still have not read The DaVinci Code, although I have watched two related Dateline specials)
The first step is admitting you have a problem.
posted by Ann at 8:52 AM
deserves a swift kick
1 Comments:
Oy, I'll admit I've read the "Gossip Girl" series, and I do enjoy it, it's kind of like some guilty pleasure. So they're making a movie out of it, I think I may have heard a rumor about that. I still enjoy some YA books as well. At this rate I'm surprised you can buy anything with two five dollar gift cards, I wonder if you can even get a picture book for that much lol
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