Top Ten Tuesday was created and is hosted by The Broke And The Bookish. This week's topic is books I lied about - the ones that I've told people I've read but really didn't (or vice versa) or told people I loved but I secretly hated!
1. Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen - "Yeah! Of course I've read it! Who hasn't?" is what I always tell people, but I've never read any Jane Austen. Ever. It was never required reading in my novel classes like normal schools. I know it's one of those "OMG READ IT NOW" situations, but I've never really got into the old stuff. I'm not sure if I'll ever pick this up.
2. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald - I've read this. I had to for school. And when people ask me how much I enjoyed it (because they always assume everyone enjoys it) I play along and pretend that it was one of the greatest novels ever written. Why? I don't know why. It actually bored me to tears. But I'll probably keep on declaring my fake love for it.
3. And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie - This was another one my junior novels class took on. I actually sort of liked it because I never fell asleep while reading it. But when I was paired up with a group of three slackers (who were never awake to read the book) for a group assignment regarding the novel, I acted just like them. Hopelessly confused. Because I didn't want to take on all of the work by myself.
4. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins - It took me a looooong time to read this series. I just had no interest in it whatsoever. But I was sick of hearing "seriously! It's amazing! Read it now!" so instead of just pretending like I wasn't interested, I told a few people that I read the books and didn't care for it. I must admit, it shut them up. But I could kick myself in the ass for not heeding their advice and reading it sooner!
5. Be More Chill by Ned Vizzini - Bought it, read it, hated it. But to justify spending that money to myself, I told my parents that I loved it and was really happy that I bought it. What can I say? I'm weird.
6. Looking For Alaska by John Green - I feel like I'm going to get rocks whipped at me for saying this but I didn't like this one. At all. And it was my first John Green book (and I hadn't heard of him prior) so when I discovered he was some huge literary superstar, I played along and pretended like Looking For Alaska was a brilliant masterpiece for me. Peer pressure, I haz it.
7. Twilight by Stephenie Meyer - I love these books. I'm a huge fan. But I feel like some book people kind of look down on you if you're a fan. Like Twilight was a mess and if you found that mess appealing, you and your taste in books must be a mess as well. (Which is an absolute asshat outlook, by the way) So every once and awhile, and I'm so ashamed to admit it, I pretend to not care for the series. It's just easier than being judged.
I only have seven this week! Because eight would just make me nothing but a liar, liar pants on fire. (I kid, I kid. I most likely have about ten more that I just can't remember) Are any of these on your list? Comment and let me know! (Please try to refrain from book hating though! There is a fine line between opinion and rudeness!)