Today I have a confession to make. My name is Deborah, and I read Regency Romances. Of all the folders on my Kindle the Regency Romance on is the biggest – it’s even entitled ‘oh dear’ as of all the romance genre I consider the Regency Romance to have the most fairy tale like quality due to the empire lines, tight breeches and a love that can even defy society, or Society in this case.
Still with over 40 books in my ‘oh dear’ folder the evidence suggests that I have gone well beyond the call of research for my own MS. So, ok, I enjoy reading them. Alright, I love reading them; I just don’t take paperbacks on the train. Some of those covers are far more provocative than the book’s actual content.
That’s why I cherish my Kindle. Behind that slick black exterior no one knows my reading habits.
That was until a recent journey. Without the visual clue of how far the book still had to go I finished sooner than expected, touched the screen only to be revealed with a promotion of the next book in the series. Needless to say it was the cover of the next books in the series and it showed a stunning array of flesh. I quickly put the screen saver on, thus banishing the treacherous image from sight. Then I looked up, only to discover that the rather attractive young man in the seat next to me had been reading over my shoulder.
The height of rudeness! However being too embarrassed to show my displeasure I actually blushed. Should women in there 30s blush? Or is that an activity reserved purely for the debutante? In my confusion I actually changed seats at the next station – no small challenge in the midst of rush hour.
The way I see it, this is something that I have to accept about myself. Constantly checking for sneaky train readers is not practical and results in neck ache. Either that or I just have to make myself read something less racy when in public.
Has anyone else got any else felt like they’ve committed a reading faux pas? Or what do you read as an indulgence?