The Evolution of Personal Reading Preferences.

Have your reading tastes changed over the years?

Have you ever thought about it, noticed it or wondered when, how, why?

I am extremely interested to hear any of you views on this, particularly your ideas on what prompted the change.

 

I have always been an avid reader. As a child I devoured books; I loved Enid Blyton, the Hobbit, Harry Potter, Robert Muchamore, David Eddings and so many more. As a teenager I read more than ever.

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My Mum sometimes said that I would read anything with words on it, it was only when in the school library one day trying to choose a book that I considered this statement and whether it was really true. The librarian was trying to help me out by asking what sort of book I wanted to read. That was when I realised I wouldn’t, in fact, read anything. I had extremely specific tastes. I think maybe when I was learning to read, I would read anything, they joy of being able to read probably eclipsed anything else, the magic of creating whatever was written about in your head is exciting, particularly when it’s new. By the time I was in my early teens and trying to choose a book in the library I seemed to have a very narrow area of interest.

With my current ‘read 1 book a week’ aim I am attempting to read a variety of books rather than sticking in one genre. Through this and a few conversations with friends, it has dawned on me how my tastes have changed over the years. The change that struck me most is that non-fiction appeals to me now the way it never did as a child. I want to read a book on physics, on gardening, on social science. Bee keeping interests me, projects fascinate me, and people’s everyday lives now have a draw. When discussing this with a friend we decided this was a common evolution in peoples reading preferences. Continue reading

On The Decay of the Art of Lying

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‘On the Decay of the Art of Lying’, is a short essay written by Mark Twain under the name of Samuel Clemens. Written in 1880 for a meeting of the Historical and Antiquarian Club of Hartford, Connecticut, it would later be published in ‘The Stolen White Elephant Etc’. It was entered for the $30 prize which it did not win.

I have just recorded an version of this essay that I love so much which can be found here!

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