Friday, February 10, 2012

Follow Friday #2

Welcome to my 2nd Follow Friday--I learned a lot from he first one, so I hope I'll be doing this one a little better. Today's Friday Question for the Blog Hop:

Q: What would your prefer: reading your favorite book over and over again until you got sick of it OR reading 100s of mediocre books? And why?

One of the questions I get asked a lot is "How many times have you read that?" or "Aren't you done with that book already--seems like you've been reading it forever!"So my answer to this questions is obvious: I'd rather read the same book that I'm in love with over and over rather than read a lot of mediocre books. It's kind of a strange question--why would anyone sepnd their time with something that didn't light their fire? Quantity doesn't equal quality, just like with friends. I have books I remember very fondly as being books that got me through terrible times, or came with me on differnt trips and were there (as Stephen King calls them) as "escape portals" when bad things happened, or if I just needed to occupy myself while waiting in line at the bank or grocery store.
Are there mediocre books? Yes, of course, god knows I've reviewed more than my share on this blog--and if I find a book to be mediocre I'm sorry to say I can't spend all my mind-time with it. I can't. I know other people who have had this vow of not being able to leave a book unfinished. I used to be one of them. I just can't anymore, if I book is truly terrible I can't waste my time with it.
Of course, that's a whole other post: what *I* personally think makes a book mediocre, or just downright unreadable. As an English teacher, I have to do a lot of not-fun non-fiction reading, not to mention some of the papers I get back in my English classes, (mostly from students who would rather yank out their back molars with a dull rusty pair of pliers, rather than read or write for fun) so as for my living I don't have much of a choice when it comes to mediocre reading. So I save the "good stuff" for when I come home, and I can curl up and relax with a new friend--or an old one. 

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