I have to make a confession…I used to be a book snob.
This was back in the day when all I ever read was non-fiction. And not just any non-fiction, non-fiction about wars and the banking industry.
And when I saw people who read Eat, Pray, Love, I’d scoff at them. Who cares about reading stuff like that when you could read something about important things? At least that was how I justified it to myself, at least.
Book Snob Called Out
I didn’t realize how snobby, and frankly anti-fiction I was until I joined a monthly book club with a couple of other ladies at my 9-5.
We rotated monthly, each picking a book for the others to read.
Every month, without fail, the other book club members would pick a fiction book.
Then when it was my turn, every month, without fail, I’d pick a pretentious non-fiction selection.
Guess who’s books rarely got finished (or even liked) by the group?