I’m finding a somewhat disturbing contradiction in my attitude here. While I love sharing my thoughts about books on my blog, and chatting online in comments and discussions, I’m not so enamored of talking about books in real life. When I’m reading a book and someone comes up and asks me “What’s that about?” or “Is it good?” I feel a distinct twinge of annoyance and a reluctance to divulge any information at all.
Why is this?
If I’m immersed in a book, I’m not usually ready to drop everything and talk critically or analytically about it. It takes some time and distance for me to do that, so just being asked to spontaneously give my opinion doesn’t work. The situation would be different if I were in a book club or another setting where I could expect and prepare for some discussion. But being asked to talk about my reading without that preparation feels like an invasion of my privacy. I just want to be left alone with my book. Is that unreasonable?
Another problem I have is that when someone asks me for book recommendations, I totally blank out. Just the other day someone asked me if I’d read anything good lately, which of course I have, but I could not think of a single thing to tell her. After we parted I thought of the perfect book for her, but it was too late. Perhaps I should practice making mental lists of my favorite books!
What about you? Do you like to chat spontaneously with friends or strangers about your current reads?