The only way these spurious pieces of literature could have been knocked off their 'best seller' perch was by the emergence of a book written by J.K.Rowling. And so it happened. But now, the J.K.Rowling book, "The Casual Vacancy" has well and truly usurped the top position in the best seller list. (At a cost of $A40, mind you!).
Does no one think for themselves any more? Do very few poeople bother to browse in a book store (or on-line) or read book reviews?
I feel I am alone in my choice of reading matter. Today I am reading a book titled, "Thirty Years in a Turtleneck Sweater" by Nick Warren. It's an old-ish book; a memoir written lovingly - and well - by a son, telling the story of what his father endured as he played such an important role in the national (UK) Building Workers' strike of 1972. The heartfelt anecdotes in the book are a (painful) pleasure to read.
The next book on my reading list is "Sickened", another memoir; this time by Julie Gregory. The book tells of a childhood dominated by the (hard-to-imagine) Munchausen by Proxy syndrome. Can't wait!
Am I ,then, the odd one out in an individual choice of reading matter?