I learned my lesson last year. Honesty really is the best policy. I found that out during Children's Book Week.
Mrs. Maple was leading a discussion about books. Our desks were arranged in a circle so that we could all feel as if we were part of the discussion. I was between Shayna and Matt. I was paying attention in class because I like to read.
Mrs. Maple decided that we should take turns sharing our favorite kind (or genre) of stories. She began by saying that she enjoyed biographies and historical fiction. She called on Mitchell to be the first student to share.
"Sports stories are my thing," Mitchell said. "I like to read about real athletes." He sat up straighter when Mrs. Maple pointed out that his choice showed a preference for nonfiction.
As we went around the circle sharing, I noticed that the boys liked sports, comedy, science fiction, and action/adventure stories, not to mention (ugh) horror stories. The girls were mainly interested in mysteries and comedies. Carissa Bell liked horror, but she is weird. Nobody confessed to liking the westerns that my grandpa enjoys so much.
I was beginning to feel anxious. No one had claimed my favorite genre. It was hard to believe that most of the girls were into mysteries! Why didn't we show an interest in a variety of stories the way the boys did? That is one of the mysteries of life. Perhaps the girls were just copying each other. Nobody wants to be different. Well, except for Carissa Bell, that is.
I didn't want to be different, but I preferred to be honest. After Shayna announced that she, too, enjoyed a good mystery, Mrs. Maple looked at me.
"Well, Courtney, how about you?"