I’ve fallen a long way now. Its one thing to be a complete girl, to dress up prettily and put on make up. It’s even fine to think that men are attractive and to even want to be romanced by them. But over the last 24 hours my condition has become much worse. Its regretful, but I feel the need to unburden myself.
I love reading books – a lot. I have a Kindle, a room full of books, several large drawers full of audio books and loads more on my various iPods. I read a range of books from crime to thrillers and have always been fond of books about relationships and friendships. My favourite authors often manage to combine comedy, excitement, fun, love, humour within their pages. Regularly, when I’m reading or listening to a book (even thrillers), I start blubbing away about things that would not even be considered sad or touching by most people.
But therein is my confession. Despite high standards of literature and being the owner of a veritable library, there was one genre I’d resisted. For the last couple of weeks I have felt it creeping on. Little niggles. Occasional ideas. Furtive little glances when I’ve been in the bookshop. But yesterday, despite all my best efforts at resistance, I gave in. The desire overwhelmed me and…and…I downloaded some chicklit.
Not just any old chicklit either. A book by Sophie Kinsella no less. One of the royalty of the modern chicklit novel. To my guilty shame I downloaded ‘The Undomestic Goddess’. And it gets worse. I’ve read the whole thing. Cover to cover. And I enjoyed it. And I cried. Now, I want to download more. This is not the action of a sane man. This is the action of someone who is having their life taken over by a romantically obsessed girl.
When I read it I was caught up in the main character’s plight – I understood why she reacted as she did. My heart heaved as she ran away from her ideal man before, (and sorry to ruin the end) they got back together. I wanted to find someone and to fall in love all over again and to feel like she did with someone wanting to consume me with all of their heart and to think that I’m the most gorgeous thing on earth.
I guess its more than having bought a book from a genre that I never thought I would buy. It leads me back to the question I posed: is there anyway back from this? And the answer? I sincerely hope not. But that said, surely it can only go downwards from here…