I stumbled across a blog about not reading the other day. The author made a case for not being ashamed of skipping some classic reads. She was interested in reading books she enjoyed, not books she was told she should read.
It got me to thinking about my own reading history. I read a lot, like a crazy amount. When Facebook shows me my memories, they’re filled with Goodreads posts about books I’ve completed.
I’ve gotten good at dumping out of books that I’m not enjoying. But I do feel a need to read certain titles that are considered classics. I don’t remember to put them on my Kindle (named iocane powder) or pick them up at the library. I have newer titles that I want to get to.