By KATE LEAVER
The jig is up.
We know your favourite book isn’t Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. You possibly don’t even own a copy, and if you do, it’s earmarked at around page 98, where you gave up. At a stretch, you’ve seen Keira Knightly in the film. Same goes for The Odyssey, Moby Dick, and One Hundred Years of Solitude.
As for your favourite movie? It’s not Citizen Kane; don’t even try to say it’s Citizen Kane; everyone says Citizen Kane.
Secretly, shamefully, you probably love Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. And Love Actually.
AND THERE IS NO SHAME IN THAT.
You might have seen one of your friends post a status that reads a little something like this:
“List 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take more than a few minutes, and don’t think too hard. They do not have to be the ‘right’ books or great works of literature, just ones that have affected you in some way.”
AND YET. Just about everyone takes the opportunity to rattle off a list of classics they think they ‘should’ have read. In other words, they lie. What should be a delightful literary chat about the words that give us joy…. turns into A PACK OF LIES. That, to me, is incredibly sad.