This post by Ste J made me think about the books I read and what they bring to my life whether I enjoy them or not. Very thought provoking.
When you buy a book, do you ever have to force a straight face when you go to pay for it because you can’t believe how cheaply it’s selling? I do this with every purchase, no matter the price. For the purposes of this musing let us take a fiction book – a good one, mind – for our example.
As a voracious reader, I spend a lot of my time in the world of other people’s imaginings, exploring creations of fertile minds and discovering the stories of unusual characters. The philosophies of eras and worlds, the inversions of physical laws, the deviousness of a certain antagonist, the philosophical musings of another mind are all exquisite. That’s even before you factor in that sentence you have to reread dozens of times simply for the majesty of its construction.
I weigh all of that up (and whatever else comes to mind)…
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