My cousin (we shall call her Sadie) brought something up to me the other day. She asked me why I put the most well known books up front on the mantle. She thought maybe I was trying to look cool. Well she's a bitch and enjoys trying make me feel like a jack ass. This time, however, it didn't work because I really didn't even mean to do it. The books on the mantle are books I have yet to read; I have a bad habit of buying books before I'm done with the ones I already have. I organized them by size. Bottom ones are the largest. I did remember certain people I know, however. They always organized their bookshelves with the classics at eye level. WTF! Is it that important people see you have taken the time to read a classic?
'Oh, yes! I love George Eliot. Silas Marner delves into the human condition and causes one to consider existentialist philosophies.'
Ridiculous! I read the book and it hardly does that. Now don't get me wrong; I love a lot of the classics. Pride and Prejudice (my favorite), Wuthering Heights, War and Peace, Edgar Allen Poe. They're all great stories and I definitely recommend them to anyone. I, however, also enjoy books by authors such as Nora Roberts, Stephen King, Dean Koontz and even J.K. Rowling. What does that mean? Does it mean I can't join MENSA? Oh, no! The point here people is: stop caring so much about how other people view your choice in literature. Read what you enjoy and enjoy what you read. The next time I walk into someone's home and see Dante Alighieri's The Inferno on the coffee table I will burn it! I've read it and it's good and all but it's a coffee table. That means coffee and some biscotti. :)