I am a recreational reader, generally. I do have a few quirks about reading that people think weird ((I read engineering texts for fun)) but usually, if I’m reading something, it’s for distraction.
On Saturday, Jenn and I went to the Library to get some books. While I was walking past the paperback rack, I noticed 1984, the oft-touted work of George Orwell regarding Big Brother and government intrusion. I decided to read it, having never done so.
Argh. I couldn’t get more than 20 or so pages in. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the work, or that I think it’s not a good story, it’s just that it’s so depressing. If I want to be depressed, I’ll go read something in the Oprah book club, or watch the news, or sing sad songs by myself in my closet.
I’ll try this one again later, when I’m not needing distraction.
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