I'm sure we're all guilty of one of the following:
- Pretended to have read a book a friend lent you so you don't hurt their feelings but really you were too busy/didn't like it.
- Counted a book amongst the classics you've read when in fact you only managed to get halfway through.
- Given opinions on books you haven't read based on the general consensus amongst your mates/the press/your elite social circle.
- Name-dropped some books in order to look intelligent
- Claimed to have read a book when you've only watched the movie.
- Counted Shakespeare plays you studied at high school as part of your 'Shakespeare reading'.
In college? You bet. There are plenty of "academic" and/or high-brow books I've skimmed, but not read. I think I got the gist that way, so I don't think not "reading" them in a committed way is only a small sin. Case in point: I hate Hemingway, the Bronte Sisters, and Philip Roth. Skimmed, not read for this reason. (Sorry to those I might have offended--each to their own taste!)
Developmental psych prof. actually had me read that gawdawful crap-pile
The Five People You Meet in Heaven. Despite the very short length of the book, I watched the movie to finish the assignment. As far as I was concerned that was painful enough!
Given opinions on books I haven't read? Only if penned by Paul Ehrlich, because he's a jackass. One needn't read him to know what he's about. (Same goes for John Gray--the academic or the self-help guru...either way.)
Name-dropped? No, the circles I tend to run in as a student/sahm parent don't tend to be the most literary-minded groups. It would be more socially appropriate to name-drop TV shows I watch or bands I listen to in those circles.
I felt guilty about THE SECRET. A friend gifted me their FAVORITE book saying it would help me SO MUCH. I ended up accepting it. Next time I saw her, she asked, "Well, well, what did you think? Pretty profound stuff, huh?"
I didn't answer truthfully, because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I tried to return the book. She wouldn't let me. She insisted I keep it for inspiration. *sigh* I didn't even make it all the way through the book before my BS-o-Meter blew a fuse in protest.