“I need to look like an idiot at least twice a day to keep myself humble. ”   Twelve Sharp – J. Evanovich
One of my simple joys is reading.  I know there are many others out there with the same joy. I was an English major in college.  I studied a wide variety of literature.  I have a great appreciation for the people out there who still read Classics, major works of literature, biographies of important people, and deep philosophical pieces.

As for me, the older I get, the more fluff I read.  It is true, I admit it.  I want escapism.  I want something that I can easily pick up and enjoy, characters that are interesting, plots that aren’t too complex, something that makes me laugh or lets me get lost in another world.   My current favorite authors:  Janet Evanovich, Elin Hilderbrand and Nora Roberts.  All you other Janet fans out there will immediately be able to answer:  Morelli or Ranger?

Same goes for movies. …. Again, I want escapism and amusement. I don’t want to be horrified, terrified, or disgusted.   I want to be entertained or entranced.  I can tell you that if it is a romantic comedy, I have seen it.  Go ahead – test me.  Tell me your favorite romantic comedy – and if I haven’t seen it, I will want to.  (A few Fav’s:  Only You, You’ve Got Mail, The Holiday, and Bridesmaids)

Maybe my desire for light and fluffy entertainment is a sign of the times, of how jam-packed my life is with the reality of deadlines, stress and general craziness…Or maybe it is because I feel like daily news already deluges us with enough bad, dark ugly things that I don’t need more.   I remember my mom used to say “I don’t need to watch Soap Operas. I have friends and family.”   She had a point there.  I used to feel vaguely guilty about my “fluff escapism” mode.  I used to promise to myself that “next time” I’ll read something heavier, “more important”,  or watch something more deep.   But why?  I am who I am, and what I read and watch makes me happy.

Any of you want to admit that you love a little fluff in your life too?