The Bliss of Ms. Blossom

At work today, someone asked me if I was a TA, and seemed really surprised when I told her I was still working on my BA. She didn't seem surprised, however, when I told her I was an English major (she ignored Anthro, like most people because it is less familiar to them). Apparently I have a "face" like I'm "thinking all the time about books." I don't really know what that means. I like books, so it's a compliment... right? Or she's implying that I look like some loopy out-of-touch crazy lady. But she gave me a chocolate bar, so she's cool.

Speaking of books, there were a couple awkward times today when people asked what Lolita (the book I am reading) is about. One man was visibly taken aback when I said that the title character is only twelve years old. Then he kept asking follow-up questions and I felt like I was reciting the events of a soap opera. At least it's not as bad as when I was reading Flowers in the Attic, a book overflowing with incest and arson. That got me some weird looks.