The worth of a book
“The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it”
With all due respect to the long departed Mr. Bryce, I completely disagree with this statement. This is an area where Brad and I do not see eye to eye. My scholarly husband doesn’t read “fiction” (say it with air quotes and a wimpy voice and you will better approximate his opinion). He finds it a waste of his time. I do not necessarily disagree with him about the time wasting aspects of a good novel, or movie for that matter, but I do think it has great value in spite of that quality.
I read a lot and most of it is educational, but sometimes I get into a reading frenzy where I plow through several fictional works for pure recreation. I am careful not to start a good book when I have a lot of extra things on my plate, which is why I haven’t read any in quite a while. This is because I tend to ignore everyone and everything around me to get through said book as quickly as possible, including the basic needs of my children. For me, the worth of a book is it’s ability to rob me of sleep all night engrossed in the pages.
I’m totally fine with carrying away nothing but the pleasure of entertainment.