Sometimes it bothers me that I have noone to talk with about books. But at the same time, there are expectations that I analyze the book or not, that I like the book like everyone else, so, blah. People around me envy me because I can read in English and they make faces or comments. Some people say I should only read in French. So, again, blah.
I rarely share books because I own psychology books that noone reads and novels that noone wants to read or they are in English. Why people don’t want to read Jane Austen or Lucy Maud Montgomery is astounding to me. I leave them the Twilight saga.
A friend of mine reads the Stephanie Plum books and the Sookie Stackhouse books…in French. We sometimes talk about it but we do not like the same things in them and we don’t see the humor in them the same way.