{"id":13824,"date":"2010-06-30T17:07:28","date_gmt":"2010-06-30T21:07:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=13824"},"modified":"2025-09-25T11:28:34","modified_gmt":"2025-09-25T15:28:34","slug":"13824","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=13824","title":{"rendered":"Book Questionnaire Full of Shame, Loathing and Lying"},"content":{"rendered":"

I can’t remember where I initially found this questionnaire, but in re-doing my Categories I found the questions saved in Drafts. I had obviously seen them somewhere, and wanted to answer them eventually. Thought I’d bring it out now. Haven’t done a Book Questionnaire in a long time. <\/p>\n

Worst Books Ever, or Five Hours of My Life I’ll Never Get Back<\/b><\/p>\n

Love that “five hours”. Is it possible to read War and Peace<\/i> in five hours? Middlemarch<\/i>? Magic Mountain<\/i>? Never mind. For me, it’s a toss-up between The Notebook<\/a>\"\"<\/i> by Nicholas Sparks and Tuesdays with Morrie<\/a>\"\"<\/i> by Mitch Albom. I didn’t even last 5 hours with The Notebook<\/i>. I nearly threw it into the fire in Galway, out of contempt, and then left it behind in a drawer at the youth hostel with a note saying, “Read at your own risk.” It made me that mad. And even the thought of Mitch Albom makes me angry. Not too many books (or movies) put me into a rage, but Tuesdays with Morrie<\/i> did. <\/p>\n

Books I Have Lied About Reading<\/b><\/p>\n

I once told someone I had read Das Kapital<\/a>\"\"<\/i> when I hadn’t. I am still not sure why. There was an argument going on about capitalism. We were in college, needless to say. I said some bullshit statement like, “Well! Das Kapital<\/i> says that blah blah blah … so that CLEARLY shows that blah blah blah…” I knew the gist of the damn thing but I sure hadn’t read it. <\/p>\n

Books I Have Lied About Liking<\/b><\/p>\n

Women Who Run with the Wolves<\/a>\"\"<\/i>. It just seemed easier to agree, rather than get into it. Grease the wheels of life, baby. Be nice. The book meant a LOT to a lot of my friends, and who am I to rain on their parade.<\/p>\n

Book-to-Movie Adaptations Where, Frankly, the Movie Was Better<\/b><\/p>\n

Ordinary People<\/a>\"\"<\/i>. Good book. But the film adaptation is superb (especially when you know the book). <\/p>\n

Books I Used to Love, of Which I Am Now Ashamed<\/b><\/p>\n

I’m not ashamed of much. Maybe The Bridge Across Forever<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, but then, I’m not really ashamed of that. I grew out of it, that’s all. <\/p>\n

Best Book Titles of All Time<\/b><\/p>\n

Of all time? Well. I can think of some favorites.<\/p>\n

A Tale of Two Cities<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by Charles Dickens
\nA Wrinkle in Time<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by Madeleine L’Engle
\nAtonement<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by Ian McEwan (especially considering what it means in that book)
\nDo Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by Philip K. Dick
\nA Prayer for Owen Meany<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by John Irving
\nThat They May Face the Rising Sun<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by John McGahern (that was the title it was published with in Ireland and elsewhere. It is certainly one of my favorite titles of all time. When it was published in the States, it was inexplicably given the boring nothing title By the Lake<\/i>. By the Lake? So basically the publisher is saying, “We don’t want anyone to read this book” with a title like that. I read it keeping that FIRST emotional title in mind.)<\/p>\n

And finally, perhaps the winner, all things considered:<\/p>\n

Lana: The Lady, The Legend, The Truth<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by Lana Turner<\/p>\n

Books That I Expected to Be Dirtier<\/b><\/p>\n

All of D.H. Lawrence. <\/p>\n

My Real Guilty-Pleasure Reads, and Not the Decoys I Talk About Openly<\/b><\/p>\n

I don’t know, Story of O<\/a>\"\"<\/i>? <\/p>\n

I’m not ashamed of much when it comes to reading. And while I submit to the current usage of the term ‘guilty pleasure’ and use it myself, it doesn’t really fit. For example, in terms of films, I OPENLY enjoy G.I. Jane<\/i> and will defend it to those who scorn it. I honestly don’t think I have a “guilty” pleasure, come to think of it. Pleasure is pleasure. <\/p>\n

Books You Must Read Before You Die, but Would Rather Die Than Read<\/b><\/p>\n

Well, I started War and Peace <\/a>\"\"<\/i> last year, before I stopped being able to read fiction, and it was amazing. A page-turner, too, which surprised me. I was blowing right through it. But then I had to stop, because my brain kinda stopped for a couple of months. I must finish it. <\/p>\n

Books I Refused to Read for a Long Time Because too Many (or the Wrong) People Recommended Them<\/b><\/p>\n

The Shipping News<\/a>\"\"<\/i> comes to mind. Everyone, even strangers on the sidewalk it seemed like told me I had. to. read. the. book. It was personal. My parents even sent it to me specifically, with a begging letter, “You must read this!”. I refused out of principle. Because I’m stubborn. Once I read it, I realized: Oh. THAT’S why everyone told me I had to read it. It is now one of my favorite books of all time.<\/p>\n

Books I Read Only After Seeing the Movie<\/b><\/p>\n

I read Persepolis<\/a>\"\"<\/i> after seeing the movie, but that wasn’t by design. I didn’t have anything against Persepolis<\/i>, and I actually owned it already. Iran is one of my fascinations, especially that particular generation, I just hadn’t gotten around to it. The movie jumpstarted me into gear. Loved the book. Read it last year. <\/p>\n

Oh, and I devoured Oliver Twist<\/a>\"\"<\/i> at age 10 one summer, because I had seen the musical Oliver!<\/i> and never ever wanted the experience to end.<\/p>\n

Books I Most Often Try to Persuade Other People to Read<\/b><\/p>\n

I don’t really do that anymore. Probably Ryszard Kapu\u015bci\u0144ski stuff. If people ask, I tell them how much I love him, that he’s definitely in my Top 5 favorite nonfiction authors. So here I go again. Start with The Soccer War<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, and then take it from there.<\/p>\n

Authors I Wish Had Written More Books Already<\/b><\/p>\n

Speaking of which, Ryszard Kapu\u015bci\u0144ski.<\/p>\n

Lorrie Moore.
\nNancy Lemann.
\nKatherine Dunn
\nCaleb Carr. What the hell happened, Caleb?<\/p>\n

Overused Plot Points That Drive Me Nuts<\/b><\/p>\n

I am coming up blank on this one. Is this for mysteries or crime novels, something genre-specific, or more plot-driven? I mean, I could go off on Nicholas Sparks’s “plot points”, but when there are so many other issues with his books, that seems superfluous. And I’ve only read one. Or, half of one. That was enough.<\/p>\n

Books in Which I Liked the Secondary Characters Better Than the Main Character, or Books in Which I Wanted to Beat the Main Character Senseless with a Tire Iron<\/b><\/p>\n

I suppose Captain Ahab is the real “lead” of Moby Dick<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, and while I didn’t want to beat him senselessly with a tire iron, I did enjoy the company of the secondary characters better, Queequeg and Pip and etc. <\/p>\n

A lot of Charles Dickens’s books have boring leads with fascinating vibrant secondary characters. Like the two main romantic leads in Tale of Two Cities<\/i> are drippy stereotypes, truth be told, and the same with the young lovers in Bleak House<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, but the secondary characters? Sidney Carton et al? You can’t get much better.<\/p>\n

Books I Lied About Reading and Then Wrote an A+ Term Paper On<\/b><\/p>\n

I did not read The Country Wife<\/a>\"\"<\/i> in college when I was supposed to, because I was far too busy making out with my boyfriend and going roller skating in Providence. I was supposed to do a costume design for an imaginary production, and I read the Cliff Notes, and did some brilliant sketches. Got an A. But when asked to elaborate on one of my drawings, I said, thoughtlessly, “That’s for the wedding scene.” (Some of the details may be lost, it was a long time ago.) My professor looked puzzled and said, “Wedding scene?” Busted. My head turned beet red and I murmured, “That’s what …. I …. got out of it …” As though something like a wedding could be up for interpretation. Not one of my finer moments. Mitchell and I still laugh about it, and “That’s what …. I …. got out of it” is a common statement among my group of friends when we feel unsure. <\/p>\n

Books I Lied About Reading\/Liking Solely to Look Smart\/Pretentious<\/b><\/p>\n

Does Das Kapital<\/i> count? I was 19, give me a break. Also love the conflation of “smart” and “pretentious” which represents everything I can’t stand about the Idiocracy of today. Ah yes, to show you are smart means you are “pretentious”. Of course! Now. I never lie about reading something to make myself seem smart slash pretentious. I’m too busy watching Blue Crush<\/i> and reading Finnegans Wake<\/i>. Meaning: doing whatever the hell I want to do.<\/p>\n

Books I Wish I Hadn’t Finished, or Worst. Ending. Ever.<\/b><\/p>\n

I am not sure I understand the question. Atonement<\/i> and Geek Love<\/a>\"\"<\/i> destroyed me at their respective ends, but I don’t think this is what the question means. I can’t really go along with the question format, but I will say that I was let down by the ending of Underworld<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by Don DeLillo. The book has one of the most spectacular openings in recent history, 50 pages or so of breathtaking writing and philosophy, all of America distilled and poured into prose, and I was left with a feeling of “Is that all there is?” at the end, which is quite a thing because the book is 800 plus pages long.<\/p>\n

Books I Read after Oprah Recommended Them<\/b><\/p>\n

I don’t really do that. I am very picky about who I take recommendations from.<\/p>\n

Books I Will Never Read Precisely Because Oprah Recommends Them<\/b><\/p>\n

Nope, I don’t do that either. She’s chosen some great books.<\/p>\n

Literary Characters I’ve Developed Crushes On<\/b><\/p>\n

Claude Collier from Lives of the Saints<\/i> <\/p>\n

Cal from East of Eden<\/i><\/p>\n

John from The Pigman<\/i><\/p>\n

Sydney Carton from Tale of Two Cities<\/i><\/p>\n

Yossarian from Catch-22<\/a>\"\"<\/i><\/p>\n

Nelson Denoon from Mating<\/i><\/p>\n

Huckleberry Finn<\/p>\n

Books I Only Read to Impress Other People<\/b><\/p>\n

I don’t do that. Life’s too short.<\/p>\n

Best Books Not to Read from Start to Finish, or Best Bathroom Books<\/b><\/p>\n

David Thomson’s The New Biographical Dictionary of Film: Expanded and Updated<\/a>\"\"<\/i>.<\/p>\n

Books I Shouldn’t Admit Made Me Cry Like a Baby<\/b><\/p>\n

There is a lot of shame in this questionnaire. I am concerned. Are people out there really so ashamed of the books they like\/don’t like\/were moved by? <\/p>\n

I cried like a baby at the end of Geek Love<\/i> and Atonement<\/i> and I am not ashamed about that. If I had cried like a baby reading Twilight<\/i>, I wouldn’t be ashamed of that. If something moves you, be happy that your heart is not dead, even if it flutters only at a stupid Hallmark commercial. Seriously, life is short. You should not be ashamed of your emotions. <\/p>\n

Books I Only Read for the Title<\/b><\/p>\n

I was intrigued by the title of We Need to Talk About Kevin<\/a>\"\"<\/i>. I found the title chilling. I knew nothing about the book, hadn’t read any reviews. But I saw it on the shelf at Barnes and Noble, and suddenly felt like I needed to know what “they” needed to “talk about” in regards to Kevin. And now I know<\/a>. Would it be better if I hadn’t known? Harrowing book.<\/p>\n

Books I Re-Read When I Have Nothing Else to Read<\/b><\/p>\n

Possession<\/a>\"\"<\/i>. I re-read that book all the time.<\/p>\n

I love to re-read Paul Zindel’s books. I’ve been reading them since I was 13 years old. They still work. Favorites? The Pigman<\/a>\"\"<\/i> and Pardon Me, You’re Stepping on My Eyeball!<\/a>\"\"<\/i>.<\/p>\n

Books People Keep Recommending That, Frankly, Sucked Ass<\/b><\/p>\n

I am so sorry to keep mentioning this, but the questionnaire appears to demand it: I read Nicholas Sparks’ The Notebook<\/em> on a recommendation from a friend, who loved it, and I will never take a recommendation from him again. I also didn’t tell him how I felt about it – because why do that? <\/p>\n

Books My Teacher Made Me Read That I Really, Really Liked<\/b><\/p>\n

In high school, we had to read Tale of Two Cities<\/i> and The Great Gatsby<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, among other things, and I really clicked with those two books, at age 15. I devoured them. I was always a big reader, far beyond my years, but I am convinced that my 10th grade English teacher, Mr. Crothers, was responsible for me rising up to the challenges of the classics. We all called Mr. Crothers “Crud”. TO HIS FACE. And we meant it FONDLY. And he ALLOWED it. “Hey, Crud, is there gonna be a quiz on this tomorrow?” “Probably not till Friday.” “Thanks, Crud!” Ah, those were the days. Mr. Crothers is responsible for so much in my life. Broadening my reading, teaching me how to write a theme paper (I got straight As in college because of him, even with the whole Country Wife<\/i> debacle), and saying, “Okay, so let’s TALK about this”, as he opened up a section The Great Gatsby<\/i>. I still remember some of the deep discussions we had in Mr. Crother’s class. Great, great teacher. Thanks, Crud! <\/p>\n

Books My Teacher Made Me read That Made Me Question the Value of My Education<\/b><\/p>\n

Back in high school, I suffered through The Scarlet Letter<\/a>\"\"<\/i> and Billy Budd<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, but what the hell did I know. I was a teenager. I’ve since re-read them both. The Scarlet Letter<\/i> is incredible and Billy Budd<\/i> …. It still felt like a chore, and I found the “bad guy” so much more interesting and Billy Budd a bit insufferable (I know it’s an allegory. Don’t mean it makes it good reading) – and the one thing that really surprised me about my re-reading of it: The book is as homoerotic as an advertisement for Abercrombie and Fitch. It is almost as homoerotic as Picture of Dorian Gray<\/i>.<\/p>\n

Books That Made Me Want to Have Sex with at Least One Character<\/b><\/p>\n

I probably would have sex with Bud White in L.A. Confidential<\/a>\"\"<\/i><\/p>\n

And God help me if I ever met Sydney Carton in person. The man would not know what hit him.<\/p>\n

Books I Actually Read but Got a Poorer Grade on the Paper I Wrote on the Subject Than My Best Friend Who Did Not Read the Book<\/b><\/p>\n

Halfway through and I am now realizing this questionnaire is made for Tweens.<\/p>\n

The situation described used to happen to me all the time in high school with one of my best friends. It would infuriate me.<\/p>\n

Books I Read Because the Author Looked Hot<\/b><\/p>\n

Definitely for tweens.<\/p>\n

Judging from Sebastian Junger’s author photos, he obviously HOPES I will pick up the book because he looks “hot”. His photos are embarrassing, as he smolders and squints with his tight black T-shirt and a mountain range in the background. Perfect Storm<\/i> was great, Sebastian. Chillax.<\/p>\n

Books I’ve Read Aloud<\/b><\/p>\n

I read aloud a lot. It relaxes me. I read Shakespeare’s sonnets out loud sometimes. Possession<\/i> is a good one to read out loud. So is Mating<\/a>\"\"<\/i>, great first-person narrative.<\/p>\n

Books I Love Even Though the Last Twenty Pages Made No Damn Sense<\/b><\/p>\n

Dear Tween, I am sure the last twenty pages DID make “damn sense”, you just need to concentrate a bit harder. <\/p>\n

Books I Have Written a Prequel\/Sequel to in My Own Head<\/b><\/p>\n

I have definitely imagined what happened to John and Lorraine post-Pigman<\/i> and post-Pigman’s Legacy<\/i>. Those two characters live on in my mind. Oh, and Harriet the Spy. I would KILL to know who Harriet turned into as an adult.<\/p>\n

Books I Keep Meaning to Read, but Then I See Something Shiny<\/b><\/p>\n

Due to my financial challenges right now, I am not buying books, which has been a problem in the past. I have so many unread books on my shelves, so I am now reducing the possibility that I will “see something shiny” and only reading books I already own. It’s been fun. Again, with the War and Peace<\/i> refrain. I also need to finish up the Master & Commander series. I only got up to Desolation Island<\/i>, and have many more to go. I love every word of those books. I’ve just been fiction-challenged, in 2009 especially, as my paltry Books Read List<\/a> attests.<\/p>\n

Books I Will Go to the Mattresses for, Even Though I Hate the Writer<\/b><\/p>\n

I’ll go to the mattress for a lot of things when it comes to writing. I’ll go to the mattress against censorship, against anti-intellectual generalizations (that usually incorporate the word “latte”, as in “only the latte-swilling hoi polloi on the Eastern seaboard would like this book”), against generalizations in general, against criticisms of the kinds of books you SHOULD read, or you SHOULDN’T read, the kinds of books that SHOULD be written or SHOULDN’T be read. There is a difference between “I don’t like this book” and “Books like this suck” or “Nobody should read this book since I find it offensive” and I will go to the mat to defend a writer writing whatever the hell he\/she wants to write. I may not read it, it may not be my cup of tea, I don’t care, I’m sticking up for them.<\/p>\n

Books You Must Read Because You Must Mock<\/b><\/p>\n

I don’t do that. Waste of time. <\/p>\n

Worst How-To Books Ever<\/b><\/p>\n

I can’t answer that on the grounds that I will incriminate myself<\/p>\n

Books That Were on the ‘To Be Read’ List the Longest<\/b><\/p>\n

War and Peace<\/i> is still on that “To Be Read” list. It’s been there for years. And I was doing so well!<\/p>\n

Books I Hated Having to Read in School, But Love Now<\/b><\/p>\n

Moby Dick<\/i> and Tess of the D’Urbervilles<\/i> immediately come to mind. I re-read them as an adult, and frankly couldn’t believe they were the same books. Unbelievable achievements. Hated them both when I was a suffering Tween.<\/p>\n

Books Whose References Have Worked Their Way into My Household Lexicon<\/b><\/p>\n

Lives of the Saints<\/i> by Nancy Lemann has definitely influenced how I talk. I say stuff like “fiery pantheon” in casual conversation. <\/p>\n

Books I’ve Read Because I Liked Their Cover Design\/Font<\/b><\/p>\n

Hopeful Monsters<\/a>\"\"<\/i> by Nicholas Mosley. I picked up that book expressly because I loved the cover. This is so scary because it has become such an important book to me over the years, it has informed a lot of my life, and I go back to it again and again and again. My copy is literally falling apart. It’s hard to find the book, and even if you do find it now, it’s not with the cover that once called to me. The cover that called to me was simple: there are two bands of slanted orange on the top and on the bottom, and in the middle is a stark black and white closeup of a statue’s face, with the bald white eyes, and the ancient Greek features, and there was something about it that made me stop, glance at it, pick it up, read the back cover, flip through it … and then buy it then and there. Thank you, dear book designer at Vintage. I’ve seen the new design and it is bland, I would never have picked up the book based on the new cover, and it’s one of those books where I can’t imagine who I would be if I hadn’t read it.<\/p>\n

Books Which, When It Comes Right Down to It, I Would Have No Problem Burning<\/b><\/p>\n

When it “comes right down to it”, I would never burn a book. There are plenty of people I despise on this earth, but I would not burn their books. I boycott publications who publish certain people, that’s how I deal with it. I boycott magazines and online publications who publish the people I hate. And for me this is some sacrifice because a lot of them are good magazines, and I like the rest of the writers. But I don’t BURN the magazines who publish these people. I just refuse to support them, with clicks, page views, or my hard-earned money. It may be meaningless in the long run, but my conscience is clear. However burning a book, or even fantasizing about it, goes against everything I believe in. Say whatever you want to say. Let’s fight it out in the market square.<\/p>\n

Books Which I Read Only for the Sex Scenes<\/b><\/p>\n

Sex scenes are usually pretty silly in books. One of my favorite annual Literary Awards is the award given for Bad Sex Writing<\/a>. However, there’s a Ken Follett novel, and I am not even remembering which one right now, but there’s a sex scene in it that stands alone in the fiery pantheon as far as I’m concerned. I’ve read a lot of books. I’ve read a lot of sex scenes. They come up, if you’ve read a lot. And that Ken Follett one is the best I’ve ever read. I own the book, and will never read it in its entirety again, probably, but I do sometimes take out that sex scene and have a look at it. But, in general, hearing a description of sex is a turnoff. I like authors who suggest it, merely. Get the feeling<\/i> of it, rather than the nuts-and-bolts of who did what to whom and how. Yawn. The Ken Follett scene I mention consists only of dialogue between the two characters in the sack. There is not one descriptive term, not one narrative paragraph. It is only what they say to each other, in the dark. It’s hot.<\/p>\n

Books I Pretend to Like So People Won’t Think I’m a Snob, or Books I Pretend to Like So I Won’t Hurt Your Feelings<\/b><\/p>\n

Dear Tween:<\/p>\n

It is not healthy to be so worried about what other people think of you. You can certainly like something your friend doesn’t like. That doesn’t make you a snob. And you have to stop this whole pretending thing. It’s not good for you. I never pretended to like The Notebook<\/i> to make my friend feel better. I also didn’t scorn him and taunt, “You LIKED that?” I would never do that. I was polite. I thanked him for the recommendation and left it at that. <\/p>\n

An interesting side-note to this, Tween: There is such a thing as projected<\/em> snobbery, and you need to be on the lookout for it, and realize that it usually comes out of insecurity. Because the person doesn’t like what you like, or doesn’t understand why you like what you like, the person projects a snobby attitude onto you, when the snobbery is really coming from them<\/em>. Feeling “left out” is a powerful motivator, and people lash out. But it’s a projection. Do what you want to do. I read what I read because my tastes lead me that way. So, Tween, stop your worrying. Like what you want to like.<\/p>\n

Best of Luck,<\/p>\n

Miss Sheila<\/p>\n

Books with Covers So Embarrassing You Can’t Read Them in Public<\/b><\/p>\n

An embarrassing cover, huh? Well, I suppose some of my erotic art\/cartoon books would qualify. I wouldn’t be reading those in public. But more than that, I would be embarrassed to read a book on the subway with a title such as “I Am An Old Maid And Sad About It, What Do I Do?”, for example. I probably wouldn’t whip out a copy of “Orgasm For Dummies” on the subway. I would wait until I got home to finish the final chapter of “Starting A Pagan Drum Circle In Your Own Backyard”. Some things you just don’t want other people to know. <\/p>\n

Books You Are Sorry You Didn’t Read Decades Ago <\/b><\/p>\n

I just read The End of the Affair<\/a>\"\"<\/i> in the last couple of years, and am truly sorry that I hadn’t read it when I should have read it, as a good Catholic, back when I was in college. Graham Greene was this big blank in my education, which I am rectifying now. It is such a powerful important book, and I would have loved it just as much at 22 as I did last year. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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