… And I’m Canadian, so I know a thing or two about insincerely apologizing for stuff.

I have a lot of chats with people about books, and usually what happens is that things are going along fine until the person in question finds out that I teach capital-L Literature at a post-secondary institution. Then the conversation shifts and the person feels this need to apologize for their reading taste. “Oh,” he or she will say. “You know, these Tom Clancy books. They’re silly but… Haha. Sorry!”

They’re silly but what? You love them? Awesome! I am stoked that you have a thing you like. Let’s talk about why books are great!

You should not apologize for what you like to read. The person you are apologizing to can only fit into one of three categories:

1. He or she shares your joy.

2. He or she doesn’t give a good goddamn.

3. He or she thinks less of you for what you read in which case don’t apologize to that person because he or she is clearly a douchebag who doesn’t deserve your obeisance.

Number 1 requires no apology. Number 2 requires no apology. Number 3 neither requires nor deserves! an apology.

I mean it. The best way to take back power from people who want to make chatting about books into the worst parts of the most draconian high school English class ever is to let them know we don’t care. That we read not always to grow or learn or impress or define ourselves but once in a while, or even lots of the time, for the pleasure of the act.

I’ll start. Hi, I’m Brenna! I really enjoy Dan Brown’s books. Nope, not a guilty pleasure*. Just a thing I enjoy! I’m okay with it if you think they’re not worth very much as books as long as you’re okay with me not caring and reading them anyway. How about you?

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* My next crusade will be to excise the phrase “guilty pleasure” from the language. DEGRASSI IS NOT A GUILTY PLEASURE. IT’S JUST A THING I LIKE.