What’s your most embarrassing book confession?
I’ll tell you mine – it’s actually an embarrassing book habit at this point.
Jonathon Stroud is one of my favorite (YA) authors and a few years ago he started writing a series entitled Lockwood & Co. I bought the first one without reading the blurb (I buy by author name a lot) and really enjoyed it! But I was surprised to find out it was a horror story. I don’t, as a rule, consume anything in the horror genre because I am incredibly easily terrified and find it a deeply unpleasant experience.
But I love Lockwood & Co and want to finish it, so every year, without fail, this happens: I buy/check out the latest book in the series and make a firm resolution not to read any of it after dark. The first day, I’ll usually only read a page or two and things will be fine. The second day, though, I’ll have enough time to get really into the plot, usually just as dusk approaches. No worries! I’ll get to a stopping point soon.
Invariably, as night truly falls, I’ll resolve to read just a few more pages or maybe to the end of the chapter, just to get to a good stopping point, get caught up in the story and, without fail, end up locking myself in the bathroom, scared witless, lights blazing, so I can finish the story and calm down enough to go to sleep, somewhere around 2 am. (And that’s usually only after listening to some P.G. Wodehouse after I’ve mustered up the courage to race from bathroom to bedroom and turn the lights off.)
Now, the fifth and final book has come out recently and I’ve put a hold on it in my local library. Of course, this year, I absolutely will stick to my resolution and not read the book after dark. Never mind the evidence of the past four years – this is the year I will be a sensible adult about things!
(For those of you wondering, I’m 28 and this book series has a target audience of/is appropriate for 12 year olds.)