When I was young and read a book I particularly enjoyed, I was torn between sharing it with others and keeping it to myself. Mostly I kept it to myself. I was selfish. I didn't want anyone else enjoying 'my' discovery. This behavior lasted well into my twenties. I couldn't say why or what or when or by whose encouragement, I finally learned the pleasure of talking about my favorite reads with other book lovers. Most likely it was a matter of being older and having more social experience - learning to converse with others.
Now if I keep a new enjoyment to myself it is because I don't think there are too many people who care what I like or don't like. It's one of the truths of getting older. Who cares? I'm back to my childhood behavior of keeping good things to myself.
On a rainy Sunday morning last April, while searching for a poem about plum blossoms - which you can read here - I discovered a website which has become my newest guilty pleasure:
Following the poem will be a "It's the birthday of..." about an author, or "On this day...." about some historical happening. I always, always find the topics interesting, often searching to read even more about someone or something mentioned.
And even though this is my newest favorite website, I am very particular about when I read it: I have a list of favorites I go through each morning, reading the news first then Facebook and e-mails and then the word of the day followed by a list of blogs.
The Writer's Almanac is my favorite. This guilty pleasure I read last.