Bookalicious is a guest at the Broke and the Bookish this week, and she has provided us with this topic for Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Books I Have Lied About
I'll just preface this by saying that I don't like the word lied. I would prefer exaggerated:)
10. Ulysses: I have only read part of Ulysses and I don't see myself reading the rest anytime in the foreseeable future. I have read quite a few of the more famous chapters, and thus feel like I can talk about them, but I didn't read it all. I also haven't read The Iliad or The Odyssey and feel like that are prerequisite for reading Joyce's tome.
9. Jane Eyre: I also have never read Jane Eyre all the way through. I would like to remedy this.
8. Twilight: I probably play down how quickly I devoured these books. I'll just say it now: I genuinely enjoyed reading them, especially Breaking Dawn. Now, don't tell anyone.
7. Catch-22: I recommend this to people even though I've only read probably 50 pages for an undergraduate class. I did think those 50 pages were funny though.
6. David Foster Wallace: Sometimes I am a little snobbish about people who say they like David Foster Wallace. This is hard to admit. I don't believe them. The worst part about this, is that I have no basis to make that judgement. I have preconceptions about DFW that have been proven untrue when I read his book on John McCain, which was readable and intriguing. I think I'm just jealous of people who have conquered Infinite Jest.
5. Harry Potter: I read the first book and I didn't like it. I really like the movies, but I don't want to read the rest of the books.
4. Wuthering Heights: This one is kind of a lie of omission type thing. I kind of nod when people talk about it because I am afraid to admit that I haven't read it.
3. Shakespeare: I made it all the way through my M.A. without ever taking a Shakespeare class. I have read lots of Shakespeare, but sometimes I feel a little phony talking about the plays because I'm not sure I understood them totally. There are exceptions to this, and I'm sure I'm being a bit insecure, but I would like to take a class still.
2. A Million Little Pieces: I want to hate James Frey, and I kind of do. I think his fiction factory is kind of b.s., but also a little bit postmodern cool. I also read and liked the aforementioned title, and when Oprah got really mad that he had lied, I was kind of like, "Yeah, that sucks. He probably should have published it as fiction. But, I'm not really all that affected by his exaggerations." Mostly, I just felt, meh.
1. Dickens: I took a Dickens and Eliot reading course in my M.A. program. The reading list was insane. I fudged a lot on the Dickens books. I barely touched David Copperfield and I seriously skimmed Bleak House, which I felt interested enough in to actually want to read it, but now I feel like I've read most of it, and why would I do it again?
Bonus: In high school, I was supposed to read Mein Kampf for an independent reading project, but I just couldn't do it, so I beat the book up by throwing it across the room and sitting on it, etc. I didn't read any of it.