So, I read quite a bit. I’m not saying I’m the massive reader I was back in high school, when my time was free (because I never did homework) and my book purchases were fully parent-subsidized, but I’ll admit to being the type to read the cereal box at breakfast (or the shampoo bottle in the bathroom) if there’s nothing else around me. My eyes just constantly look for letters to stare at.
I also read romance novels. I don’t have a lot of them (unless you want to take the Poison Study approach to what you consider romance novels…) mainly because I don’t need a lot of them. The mood that strikes me to want to read an actual romance novel (as opposed to a novel that happens to have romance in it) doesn’t strike often, and I do a lot of re-reading in general anyway. (And it’s more cost-effective to spend more money on book cravings which strike more often.) However, I have no problem going into the Romance section of the local bookstore and snagging something from there. I don’t feel I need to hide it under a “real” book, or excuse it by saying it’s “for a friend.” I read for pleasure, and a book is a book, after all…
No, my guilty secret is online crack, manga specifically. When you see large time gaps between books showing up on my Goodreads list? It’s because I’ve gotten lost over at Onemanga.com. Goodreads doesn’t have sections for Fanfic, webcomics, or fan-made scans/translations of Japanese comics, after all.
On the one hand, that sucks. The fact that I’m reading anything (regardless of if it’s hours spent staring at my monitor or curled up on the sofa with a book) is good for mah brains, after all. It may not be giving me the mental workout I would get if I were reading James Joyce, but that’s not what I’m doing it for. (And besides… ew, Joyce.) But there’s always that little bit of shame that I should be doing something more useful with my time when I start reading Harry Potter slash fanfic, or re-read the archives of a webcomic, or spend a couple days going through 110 issues of Death Note scans.
So, yeah, that’s my guilty secret. Sorry if y’all thought it was going to reference skeletons in the closet, or a secret love of paisley prints. But when you start to wonder why my Goodreads isn’t updating, now you know why.