So last weekend was the meeting of my lovely Ladies' Literary League (always a pleasure). As we partook of delightful potluck goodies (including spicy chili, sparkling cider, and homemade ice cream) we discussed Things Literary as Literary Leagues are wont to do.
I asked the question: "So, what has everyone been reading these days?"
Literary Lady #1: "I've been reading the poetry of Pablo Neruda in both English and Spanish."
Literary Lady #2: "I've been reading the wonderful epic, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell."
Literary Lady #3: "I've been reading Bede's Ecclesiastical History of the English Nation."
Literary Ladies All: "What have you been reading, Anne Elisabeth?"
AE: "I've been reading a book called Shades of Gray--"
*Hands Pound the Table*
Literary Ladies: "You WHAT?!?!?!"
AE (blushing): "Um . . . not to be confused with a work of similar title, 50 Shades of Gray. Just Shades of Gray. It's, um, by Jasper Fforde. It's a dystopian . . ."
Ah! The agonies of literary embarrassment!
(Then we all had a good laugh, discussed Jasper Fforde, and ate more homemade ice cream!)