What, not even Harry Potter? Photograph: PA
So it turns out that Posh has never read a book. Not even, we presume, the one she wrote. Now some people would use this revelation as the pretext to indulge in an orgy of braying self-satisfied intellectual snobbery ...
Aw, can we? Can we please? Pretty please ...?
But the Observer blog thinks that is just too easy.
Please, please, please, please, please. Just one little snide remark.
Everyone is always looking for excuses to kick the Beckhams, whereas in fact they are a hard-working successful couple who are entitled to choose how to spend their leisure time without being judged through a veil of envy by the chattering classes.
You don't mean that. You're bluffing. Just one little jibe. Pleeeeeease.
But the Observer blog is very much of the view that books are a good thing and that Mrs B is missing out. Through no fault of her own of course. Thus was started a discussion on the desk here about what we might recommend to La Posh as a sort of introductory guide to the joys of reading. We're not talking about the best books ever. It's not advisable to go off piste on something like Middlemarch without a gentle warm up on the green runs of Harry Potter first.
So what should Posh read first? Something light but gripping to begin with, so she is bitten by the bug. Da Vinci Code?
Wrinkles nose and shudders at mere thought of it.
What about a book with a bit of everything - romance, adventure, war, history ... Captain Corelli's Mandolin?
Or some non-fiction, perhaps something sporty. My World by one David Beckham. Or perhaps My Side by er ... David Beckham.
