I’m not a particularly fast reader, but I read often. I usually have a list of titles that I want to get to, a To Read list. But every once in a while, after finishing my list, I go on Amazon.com or visit the library and have no idea what to read next. I feel very lost at these times.
In these situations I usually call my sister. She belongs to a book club and reads a lot of newer releases. In the past she’s recommended The Girl On The Train and Gone Girl and I really liked them. But I have to be careful with my sister’s book suggestions because they can be a little, well, womanly.
Last week , I again asked my sister for a recommendation. She mentioned Kate Morton’s The Secret Keeper as a great book. I went to the library, pulled it from the shelf, and this is what I found:
That’s right, it’s pink. Maybe it’s stupid, or sexist, or whatever you want to call it, but I can’t read a book with a pink cover. Not in public, at least. But I gathered up my courage and brought it to the checkout desk. Then, looking around to make sure nobody was looking, I showed them the pink book and explained my dilemma. I asked if they had any mystery or crime novels to sort of balance it out.
The librarian took me to the mystery section and we settled on about five books. I was grabbing everything in sight to cover up the pink shame. On the way out I even wound up with a book on happiness by the Dalai Lama (The Lama, as Bill Murray says). But the book I was most interested in was the first book of Robert Parker’s Spencer series.
I’d never read a Robert B. Parker book but it sounded good. I decided to read this one first, and I’m hooked. It was exactly what I was looking for. I already finished the first one and will begin the second book soon.
And that book with the pink cover? I’m sure it’s a great book, but I just haven’t been able to get to it yet. I don’t think I will, either. But don’t tell my sister.