Literary fiction purist phase vs. now reading anything with a plot twist
I used to be the person who rolled their eyes at thriller picks in our club. Thought if a book wasn't dense with metaphors it was a waste. That lasted about 3 years until Sara brought in a murder mystery set in a lighthouse. I almost skipped that month. Ended up reading it in one sitting on a Thursday night. Now I'll read airport paperbacks and poetry collections back to back. The change happened around March when I realized I was skimming classics just to say I finished them. That felt like lying to myself. Has anyone else loosened up their reading rules after a certain book or argument in club, or am I the only one who got snobby then flipped?
Ha, welcome to the club of recovering book snobs. I did the same thing with "Ulysses" where I read maybe 40 pages and told everyone it changed my life. Then a friend handed me a beach read about a missing girl and I finished it in two nights while my copy of "Moby Dick" sat there judging me from the shelf. My rule now is simple, if I'm not hooked by page 50 I'm out, no guilt. Turns out a good plot twist beats a fancy sentence most days.