But that's besides the point.
The point of this post is Oreos. And Pringles.
If you're like me, then you like your share of junk food. Everyone has their vices. Ice cream. Oreos. Potato chips. You know yours.
Literature can be the same way. I have a phrase I like to use sometimes about books. "Junk Food Fiction."
Avid readers understand it perfectly.
Junk food fiction is that book that you know is bad for you, that book that you're wasting your brain cells on, but you pick it up anyway. It's okay. Everyone needs a little thinking-free fiction sometimes.
But it's like Oreos. One or two is fine. But if you lose control, soon the entire package is gone and your insides feel awful.
Too much junk food fiction, and your insides feel awful.
I have two.
I'm ashamed to say I've read the entire series. But my curiosity got the best of me. I had to find out what everyone was making a big deal over.
But once I started? It was like a compulsion. I had to find out the ending.
And afterward? My insides felt awful.
2. The Sookie Stackhouse Books
Heard of True Blood? It's based off of these books.
If reading Twilight is like eating too many Oreos, then these books are like that enormous burger covered in cheese and bacon and loaded with too many calories that was just too good to want to take back.
I'll confess I love these books for pool reads, because they take next to no brain cells to read.
I try to be ashamed for this one, but like that burger, I just can't.
Confession time, friends! What are some of your favorite junk food fiction reads?