Since I’ve started working at a bookstore, I’ve reading a lot more than I have in years. It helps that I’ve gotten into a reading competition with Emily (I’m totally winning), but really it’s mostly that I’ve been working at [REDACTED].
Not only do I have discounts aplenty, but I also have access to “library loans”. I can borrow any hardcover or trade paperback for two weeks.
This has lead to me reading things I might not necessarily read unprovoked, like, say, The Room or a John Grisham novel (gasp!). I’ve never been very good about going outside of my boundaries when it comes to books. Crime novels, horror, some sci-fi and fantasy and the occasional science book and that’ll do me.
Actually, that probably applies to every aspect of my life, now that I think about it. “Adventurous” and “willing to try new things” are not expressions generally used to describe Dylans. It’s less that I don’t think that new things can be good and more that, if I already like something, I don’t see much point in trying to find something else that I also like. My needs for books, movies and foods are sated, why go for more? That’s just gluttony.
Over the last few years, that’s changed, slowly. Now, at least, I want to try new things. Whether or not I actually do so is another matter, but at least I want to now.