Chances are, I haven’t read any book you will recommend or reference, especially if it’s got award-winning buzz or time on the New York Times bestseller list.
It’s not that I’m not a reader. I read all the time. Constantly. I have stacks upon stacks of books – it’s actually something of a problem.
But in my quest to be a good writer, I’ve decided that beyond my book reviewing duties, I’m just going to read stuff I enjoy.
And the stuff I enjoy is not the stuff critics acclaim. So to those lovers of Barbara Kingsolver and Maya Angelou, or even Ursula Leguin: I’m sorry. At fifteen years behind and counting on my reading, I’m just not going to tour the vineyard or goldmine when what I want is just a soda pop.