North ... South ... East... OR West???

I’m discovering that I’m a snob, and my snobbery knows no bounds, because I’m even snubbing my nose at myself! You see I have an addiction to the Sookie Stackhouse books. In fact I’m obsessed with them and the HBO show True Blood, that’s based on theses books. BUT, I’m finding that I’m embarrassed to be seen reading them in public. I brought one to work today to read during my lunch break and I couldn’t enjoy it because I was trying to hide the cover from people who passed my table. I found myself wishing that I had hidden its soft covers with grocery bags like I did to my text books in high school, except this time I wouldn’t write all over those brown sleeves … “Property of Mrs. Corey Haim.”

The worst part is that I’m re-reading these books, so my embarrassment is only multiplied by the fact that I’m double dipping into these novels. What excuse should I offer up to the Literary Gods? Do you think they’d understand that I’m feeling a little lost right now and that I’m taking solace in some of my favorite books? Should I admit to the Literary Gods that the Sookie Stackhouse books live on the “favorite” shelf at all? Because there they are right next to Brave New World and Wuthering Heights. Will I be cast out of the heavens when I reach those pearly gates due to my lack of literary sophistication? I shutter to think. Oh the ramifications.

I am in fact lost. It won’t be a lie I tell those winged scholars. I live my life with goals. I strive to achieve them in order to make myself a better person. And now I find myself a little restless. I’ve finished my MBA program and I've traveled to my “must go to before I die” location of Ireland. I’ve achieved what I set out to achieve. So now I dive into these familiar books. I re-read chapters that have met my eyes before as I try to fight off that troubled feeling of being directionless when I have always known my way.

CW