Please, sir or madam, would you read my book...

[hachiemachie]

It often happens that when someone finds out that I'm an English major (yeah, I'm not currently in school, but English majorism is in my heart and soul...for reals) they immediately start grilling me for literary suggestions. I usually handle these situations with good humor, but really, it's stressful. I read weird, random things sometimes. I remember one time at work ShayLo asked me what I was currently reading in order to get ideas for her personal summer reading list and at that time I was reading The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary and she stood there silently looking at me before noting that perhaps that wasn't her type of reading material. There was also the time the Squishie asked me for a rec and I told her that I quite liked The Hours and she grimaced as if I'd just suggested that she might chug down a half gallon of milk that was a week past its expiration. So yeah, I now only make reading suggestions to people with whom I am not closely acquainted. They're so judgey!

Anyway, I got to thinking about all of this because lately I've been alternating between the horror genre and non-fiction memoir. Actually, the most recent books I've read have been memoirs written by gay men, the overwhelming majority of whom have substance abuse problems, and one of them was a drag queen whose boyfriend was a gay male S&M escort. So what does that say about me? *shrugs*