I read books . . .a lot.
I have a degree in reading books . . . literally. I graduated with a bachelors in English Literature. I get a little frustrated when people are embarrassed of what they read because they think that they have to read “the classics” to be well-read.
Having a classical literature base is important if you plan to do literary criticism, write literary theory, teach literature, or if you like to sound smart at cocktail parties. I say, read what you like. Read what moves you–whether it’s Wuthering Heights or Bridget Jones’ Diary.
Dude, I had to read the classics and most of them were long, boring and written about 200 years ago by some guy who was angry at his dad or some spinster who was scared to leave her house. So, I totally understand not being able to relate to the language, customs, or the characters in them.
Seriously, who reads Tolstoy or James Joyce for fun? Not me.
So what kind of books do I read? The answer is simple: I read all kinds of books. Non-Fiction, Fiction, Biography, Metaphysical, Spiritual and even “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”.
Life’s too short. Just read what makes you happy.