I work in a university library. It’s six floors of books on any number of subjects. There is a massive classic literature section filled with some of the finest works ever penned by mankind. There are books that are over 200 years old. There are works that will be known around the world well after you have gone. There are books that have shaped the minds of men and women for generations. And if, by some chance, we don’t have what you’re looking for, we can order it for you.
In short, there is no end to the brilliance at your disposal.
So now, can someone PLEASE explain to me why in this place that I have described to you, there is a basket of some of the cheapest, drivel filled, not-fit-for-kindling, drugstore romance novels in the damn break room? Even more mind-boggling, why are they being regularly read?
It’s things like this that make me certain I should become a hermit. Being around this kind of stupidity is giving me a headache.
-Late Fines.
As a voracious reader (and English major), I know my reading tastes cycle. Right now I’m reading lighter books because most of my reading is done on the train/commute and because I graduated from school last May.
I tried getting into Fahrenheit 451 but found it was too dense to read on the bus.