Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme created at The Broke and the Bookish. Each week there will be a new Top Ten list complete with one bloggers’ answers. Everyone is welcome to join. This week's topic:
Top Ten Books I Have Lied About (lied about reading, lied about NOT reading, lied about liking/disliking, etc....dish your dirty secrets!!)
Incidentally, there aren't any books that I lied about reading one or the other time that I didn't finish reading later! Just saying... ;)
1. Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris: I lied about not reading it. I read only the first book of the series, and I hated it, of course - but just the fact that I dared to read it after watching the series is something.
2. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho: I lied about liking it. I thought it was horrible and pointless, but since people in my high school almost worshiped that book I pretended to like it for quite some time!
3. Moby Dick by Herman Melville: I lied about reading it. I mean, I did read it, but I kind of skipped through many parts and I don't particularly remember the ending. To tell you the truth, I don't regret not reading it!
4. Catcher in the Rye by J.D Sallinger: I lied about liking it. I found it kind of irritating and a bit boring.
5. God Delusion by Richard Dawkins: Ok, this one was bad. I lied about reading it, originally. I'd only read about half of it. But then I got so guilty, I did finish reading the whole thing a few months later!
6. Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer: I lied about hating it at first. I mean, I did find the writing terribly dull, I just liked the concept; because I had read very little fantasy fiction till then. *shudders*
7. Agatha Christie: I lied about loving her books. I only 'liked' them - and only a few. I think she's sort of overrated.
8. The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien: I lied about reading it. Sort of. I borrowed it from my friend, read it halfway through, and lied about reading it for about half a year. After that I did finish reading it. I hated it back then. Right now I'm re-reading it. And I'm loving it, but I haven't told anyone that. Does that count too?
9. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank: I lied about liking it. I mean, it's great that she was actually there in the war and she suffered a lot and all; but is too odd that I hate reading people's diaries? I'm sorry she died, but come on, she was so immature and whiny.
10. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K Rowling: Save the worst for last. I lied about loving it as much as the other six books. I didn't quite!