What follows is a completely personal, wholly biased view.
On average, I read between four and seven books a month. That’s cover to cover. From time to time I have a month wherein I manage ten to twelve, but that’s getting rarer. Between four and seven is what it comes out to and at that rate I’m reading fifty to eighty books a year.
I put that out there so that what follows may make more sense than the usual kind of argument about taste in reading matter and why I don’t wish to waste time on certain things.
I’m sixty, which means I have maybe fifteen, maybe thirty years left to do the things I want to do, and I’m getting picky about what fills my time. …