Facts: I love reading a good book. I am also a woman.
That being said, it is obvious that by now I have read a handful of famous influential womanly novels like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights and so on. Right? Not so. The other day I figured that, given the above facts, I would adore these books. So I tried. I really tried. One hundred and thirty-seven pages into Jane Eyre I coolly asked myself, "how many more pages do I have to endure?!"
That's where my mistake was. I cannot convince myself that I want to read and will enjoy those types of books--not right now at least. I'm just not that type of girl...yet.
Does this make me a bad person? No. Does this make me less attractive mentally and physically? Maybe. But that is a risk I am willing to take.
I am no Jane Eyre-er. Someday, maybe one hundred and thirty-seven days from now, Jane Eyre will be on my list. And I will love it. I will be influenced by it. And most importantly, I'll finally finish it and be able to say, "You're talking about Jane Eyre? I've read that."