Back in my early days of blogging (2008!), I wrote up a tiny post that just said one thing:

Confession: I think Colin Firth is U-G-L-Y.

It was my first blog experience with negative confessions and unpopular opinions, and thankfully it was a good experience. At the time, only a handful of bloggers and a lot of friends knew my blog, and everyone knew that it was a tongue-in-cheek post, and so no one thought I was some monster for not finding Firth attractive. (It still amazes me that people can get passionate about who I find attractive, or whatever other different opinion I have…) Anyway, it was a fun post, and there was a recent Top Ten Tuesday post that I missed about unpopular bookish opinions, so I’ve decided to make a list of my (tongue-in-cheek) unpopular (sorta-bookish-at-times) opinions, just for kicks. In no particular order:

I still think Colin Firth is U-G-L-Y.

French food isn’t good and I don’t understand why it’s the standard for high cuisine. Give me Indian or Lebanese food any day!

Sometimes I prefer to watch the movie version of a book first, or I prefer the movie to the book. The Hours is a good example. It’s my very favorite movie ever. I didn’t like the book even a little.

I enjoy Stranger Things, but it’s not worth binge-watching or watching more than once.

Cooking is the very worst chore. Despite what I said a few weeks ago. I really just despise cooking and I’d do just about any other chore to get out of it.

Shows like the Big Bang Theory drive me crazy.

I would prefer to be out with friends than home reading 99% of the time.

Deckle edges on books are the worst!

Musicals drive me crazy for the most part. I have no interest in listening to or seeing Hamilton, though I’m willing to one day eat my words on that particular one. The Greatest Showman is the only musical I’ve ever 100% liked.

I’m a fast reader, but I enjoy books more when I read fewer of them, read them slower, and take long breaks from reading. Also, sometimes a book is best experienced when it is read twelve times in a row.

(Jan 2012: The month that shall forever be remembered as the month of twelve rereads of Howl.)

Pie is not my thing. I can’t think of a single pie I actually like. (On the plus side, this makes it easier to eat moderately through Thanksgiving, heh.)

Modern literary fiction, especially written by male authors, bores me to tears.

I was good at school, but had to leave college before I finished my degree because I had an infant to take care of. In the years since then, I’ve come to realize that despite being good at school, I actually hated it, and I have no desire to ever go back. Unfortunately, I do need to go back, but I wish I’d gone a trade route rather than a college route when I was 18.

While I love classics, there are many classics I dislike or can’t get through. I’ve never read a Persephone book that I thought was good. I can’t stand Mark Twain. I’ve tried to read The Great Gatsby half a dozen times and can’t get past the halfway mark. I even tried to watch the GG movie to see if that would make reading the book better, but I detested the movie, too…

Tea in all its many forms is awful. I wish I liked it, but 20 years of trying to force myself to acquire a taste for it hasn’t worked in the slightest. It’s irony indeed that my blog is named after a fictional tea shop.

Tom Hiddleston looks like Pee-Wee Herman grew older and stopped wearing so much makeup.

And these, my friends, are some of my unpopular opinions. You’re welcome. (Or not. Heh.)