I don't really read non-fiction. You guys aren't going to dump me, are you?

Not for that alone, but those choices can be telling enough of other issues that they should not be ignored.

This.

Let’s face it — this may be a gender issue. Brainy women are probably more sensitive to literary deal breakers than are brainy men. (Rare is the guy who’d throw a pretty girl out of bed for revealing her imperfect taste in books.)

I found this part interesting since IME guys are much more sensitive about you liking whatever book, movie, or TV show they like.

I want to say I wouldn't be that shallow, but then I think of The DaVinci Code or that Bridges of Madison County book. And then I thank my lucky stars that The Boy hasn't read either of them.

I guess it's good I never tried to date Teppy!

I can't imagine breaking up with anyone over a particular book choice though. When I was working on my PhD, I read a decent amount of recency romances. It was really all my brain could take on my downtime.

I think not being a reader would be more of a deal breaker than any specific book.

We have a winnah!

I mean, seriously, I read highbrow, lowbrow, and wtf-brow; so does S, with some overlapping and some not overlapping. We'd be a lot more boring if we each only read from each others' approved list.

It's just....I'm not sure I could date someone who considered The DaVinci Code to be *good* writing. I mean, I'm ashamed to say that, but it's true.

On the other hand, I used to -- very seriously -- say I could never date someone who didn't drink. And The Boy doesn't, but it all works out nicely. I get a designated driver, and he gets a drunk girlfriend.

(Well, at least it works out for *me*....)

My ex boyfriend did not like that I read crappy fiction, or really any fiction. He thought it showed a lack of connection to reality and any sort of deep philosophical thought. I think it was a factor in his breaking up with me. And also the fact that he was a pretentious douchhound who was disappointed because he thought he got someone hip and cool, and instead he got me.

I want to say I wouldn't be that shallow, but then I think of The DaVinci Code or that Bridges of Madison County book. And then I thank my lucky stars that The Boy hasn't read either of them.

I guess it's good I never tried to date Teppy!

I can accept someone *reading* it (I mean, *I* read it; I wouldn't criticize it without having read it first), but....I mean, did you think it was well-written?

(Uh, and by "it," I mean "either book.")

It's just....I'm not sure I could date someone who considered The DaVinci Code to be *good* writing. I mean, I'm ashamed to say that, but it's true.

Well you're in good company here, I think Megan E. and I were the only ones to defend it in Literary way back when. Of course, I wouldn't say it was good writing, but it was an enjoyable read.

I don't really read non-fiction. You guys aren't going to dump me, are you?

It's like I don't even know you anymore.

My ex boyfriend did not like that I read crappy fiction, or really any fiction. He thought it showed a lack of connection to reality and any sort of deep philosophical thought. I think it was a factor in his breaking up with me. And also the fact that he was a pretentious douchhound who was disappointed because he thought he got someone hip and cool, and instead he got me.

Total douche.

It's just....I'm not sure I could date someone who considered The DaVinci Code to be *good* writing. I mean, I'm ashamed to say that, but it's true.

This is true for me too. One bf thought just that...and read the lowest of brow fantasy as if it were of War and Peace significance.

Now, I'm a fan of trashy movies, magazines and other types of entertainment. I think the qualifying ability is knowing the difference.

It makes me feel like a character in a Woody Allen movie to confess that I might just dump someone for loving the "wrong" book.

(This is after last night, when I was curled up in bed reading Bruce Wayne: Murderer? and told The Boy that I was reading it because I wanted something "comforting and familar" to fall asleep to. I think he laughed for a full minute.)

(So we can all see that I don't have a leg to stand on. Not even a false leg. Not even a TABLE leg.)