In this thread I invite my fellow writers to list the books in their bathroom and pontificate on their appeal and purpose.
Charlie Brooker's "The Hell Of It All" - cathartic, provokes gales of laughter, alerts other members of the household that the latrine is taken.
Andy Nicholls - "Scally" - Everton football hooligan has a wander down memory lane. Packed with lies thinly disguised as first hand accounts of lurid violence. Assists in getting me up and off the pot in a hasty fashion.
Michael Chabon - "Wonder Boys" - Current book of choice. Requires a degree of concentration, hence it's position on the top of the pile
Kerouac - "Sartori In Paris" - An old family favourite. Useful for late night drunken reverie
Stephen King - "The Shining" - A hand held laxative for those "difficult moments"
I agree with Jem. I see no point. They can only be a distraction and why waste even more time over the performance?
Furthermore, although I wouldn't class myself as particularly fastidious, when visiting I find the mags and books in other people's establishments especially unappealing - it's the thought of the circumstances of their handling over the previous weeks and months, I suppose! Books deserve better...
No. But I just grab a bit of paper and get out of there. Reading would involve sitting there, turning pages...that others have turned. With their hands...shudder.
HBx
God, yet again I think that you and I were separated at birth, Jem. Same here - no time to get comfy with a book in there. Plus I don't like the germ element of all that (uh-oh, I'm becoming Zelah again).
Helen, don't you think people read before wiping their bottoms, rather than after?
Personally I don't usually take a book into the loo, but if I feel the need to relax, then I do, and it speeds things up so I only get to read half a page! He he! Bet you all wanted to know that! <g>