Year ago, I worked with a young lady who seeing that I was reading the latest best-seller from a popular author noted that she only picked reading material from the “classics” section of the bookstore.
When I asked her why she did this, she replied that if it was a classic, it must be good and that she felt obligated to read it.
But are you enjoying them, I asked.
She told me that didn’t matter. What mattered was she was making herself a better person by reading these books — even if she didn’t enjoy the experience.
As someone who loves reading, that statement depressed me a bit. To feel like you were being forced to read from only an accepted list of classics — and not for the sheer pleasure of reading — made me a a bit sad. It also made me feel a bit sorry for the limited scope of reading material that might be available to my friend. Continue reading