I know several bloggers of all stripes (lit, design, music, etc.) who don’t list certain books in their "just read" or "currently reading" columns. Sandra at Book World (who has just made a lovely shift in her blog from covering books to covering writing and books about writing) mentions that she would never place these books about writing in her left-hand column. Instead of gasping at her declaration, I thought: my god, I do the same thing.
I noticed a small trend toward cultural snobbishness in my recent posts. Let me assure you, my friends, I am an everyday Joe. Yes, like Callie, I’ve got the dark books that I hide like that unsightly Elmer Fudd posterior tattoo. Hidden even from me – stored in boxes, with no room on the shelves, except for a few that I’ve listed on BookMooch – a John Grisham, a Terry McMillan, a (gasp) Michael Crichton. (I liked Sphere.) I went through a number of Stuart Woods books; some Cussler. I’ve weeded a lot of the nasty ones out over the years, but the crown jewel of should be hidden remains on my living room bookshelf.
(Please note, however, that the soundtrack to the movie is exceptional.)