From Untimely Death, by Cyril Hare:
He had brought plenty of books with him.... He picked up successively a historical work which he was very anxious to read, a neglected classic which he had always intended to read and a cheap thriller which he had brought along because Eleanor [his wife] liked that sort of stuff. One hour, eight chapters, and 120 pages later, he was contemplating the predicament of a heroine who owed her perilous state entirely to her pig-headed refusal to inform the proper authorities that in chapter I she had found a dead body....
That's my MO, all right, the worthwhile book, the neglected classic, and finally, curl up with the trashy detective story.
I guess I'm intellectually lazy. How about you, bloggers?
Article comments
1 - Pat Cummings
I have moved this post from "Satire" to "Opinion," based on two parameters:
And for the terminal question: I seek balance in my life. For every kale and cauliflower salad, a chocolate shake. Likewise, for every "deathless classic," a "mindless thriller."
Enjoy your milk-shake, Miriam. We're having liver for dessert.
2 - miriam
Again, this was supposed to be humor.
Also, I don't eat liver. Eeeew!
How about steak?