I used to, though. Time has changed my outlook. I'm not likely to pick up a book that's labeled horror or sf or mystery just because it bears those labels. I'm also not likely to pick up a mainstream work simply because it's "not genre." I have no particular hatred for genre works, I just choose to fill my reading time with things that are worthwhile. I have to actually be interested in the material, the author's style or other things if I'm going to invest the time to read. My time is hella more valuable now that it's in limited supply (thank you, year of the jobs).
There used to be a time when I would finish whatever I started reading, even if it wasn't particularly interesting much less rewarding. I had this goal, this need to triumph over puerile fiction. "It won't beat me, dammit!" I watched crummy shows just to have a sense of completion. Now, I prefer not to.
Does this mean I'm a grumpy grown up?
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