We’ve chatted about heartbreakers, soul-soother, and those unforgettable childhood books. We’ve smiled over to-read stacks of monstrous proportions. We’ve had a hushed discussion of our reading indulgences that we don’t often revealed. I’ve enjoyed sharing my bookish loves and indulgences and hearing about yours so far, but they’ve mostly been related to the sorts of books I read most. Today, I want to look at something a little different, something I don’t often read but can never put down when I do: humor.
My mother introduced me to the hilarity of Erma Bombeck when I was young. I laughed my whole way through If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?, even though I was maybe thirteen and had few connections to the stories she told. When I was even younger, perhaps eight, I used to devour each of the humor sections in Reader’s Digest the minute the magazine was in our mailbox. I liked humor. I still like humor.
And yet I feel I am committing some sort of intellectual compromise when I pick up a humor book, as if reading something that doesn’t make me ponder or cry or both is not worth my time. This is thoroughly unreasonable, of course, because humor books frequently look life in the face, realize how ridiculous it can be, and belly-laugh any way. That, I believe, is exactly the sort of attitude I try to have about life: it’s amazing, it’s crazy, and sometimes it’s awful, so we may as well laugh a great belly laugh.
I’m curious–do you feel a twinge of guilt when you pick up something for laughs? Do you read anyway? And what humor books do you read? Do share, please!
Until next Thursday,
[Three great attitudes about books and living: image 1: L.M. Montgomery Quote Literature Art Print by Wandering Reader on Etsy/image 2: The More You Read... canvas sign by Epiphany's Corner on Etsy/image 3: We Shall Dance in the Rain fine art print by Freya Art & Design on Etsy]