“What are you going to blog about tonight?” asked Bookman.

“Um, donno,” I said. And felt sad since there hasn’t been much going on in my bookish corner of the world lately, everything being consumed by work and school.

“What about a list of books you wish you hadn’t read?” suggested Bookman.

“Hmm,” said I.

Lemme think.

I wish I hadn’t read The Celestine Prophecy. Oh and The Bridges of Madison County. Bookman says I read a Nicholas Sparks book once and didn’t like it but I have no recollection of it so he says it was obviously such a horrible experience that I have blocked it out on purpose.

What else? The Rising by Brian Keene. Bookman will be disappointed about that since he is the one who told me to read it for some good zombie fun.

That essay published as a small book several years ago that made a big buzz called On Bullshit by Harry Frankfurt. Oh and The Alphabet and the Goddess: The Conflict Between Word and Image by Leonard Shlain. Gak it was bad.

Then there is Sweet Hereafter by Russell Banks and I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb. I know people love/ed these books but I found them too sugary and the Lamb especially had an ending that was too neat and tidy. I read these for a book group, the same group that made me read Celestine Prophecy. What an awkward discussion that book was because there were several people in the group who thought it was true.

That’s enough. I had better stop before I remember any other books I wish I hadn’t read and then get morose for having wasted so much time on those books when I could have been reading something else.

What about you? Any books you wish you hadn’t read?