Today's Booking Through Thursday asks:
Have your book-tastes changed over the years? More fiction? Less? Books that are darker and more serious? Lighter and more frivolous? Challenging? Easy? How-to books over novels? Mysteries over Romance?
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I don't think my books tastes have changed too much through the years, with some exceptions. I have to admit that I did read some trashy novels in my teens: the whole Flowers in the Attic phenomenon comes to mind. I definitely went through my share of Danielle Steele and the like. I also loved horror novels, especially Stephen King and John Saul. I was all over books like The Amityville Horror and Rosemary's Baby. John Saul creeped me out for years. My mother must not have known what I was reading.
I'd say I started gravitating more toward classic literature at about age 16. By age 20 I was solidly immersed in the Good Literature. I was fortunate to have an amazing humanities program (two years, required) at my college, and classic lit was well covered. Of course I was also an English major, and so my exposure to literature was vast. I really am going somewhere with this--where was it?
Oh yes, classics. I was madly in love with Wharton, Hemingway, Faulkner, Steinbeck, Vonnegut, Cheever, Flannery O'Connor, Eudora Welty, Katherine Ann Porter, Dreiser, Thomas Wolfe, the Bronte sisters, Austen, DH Lawrence, Shakespeare, Chekhov , Dostoevsky, Kafka--oh, all those and so many more. To say them all now brings back actually visions of the books themselves, the words on the page.
I find myself now thinking, "I should read Faulkner again. I should re-read all the Steinbecks. It's been years since I last read Wuthering Heights..." And yet, until this past year, I haven't re-read any of my old favorites. Books I was once crazy about. I think part of me was afraid that I would be disappointed--that my happy memories of these authors would be tainted if I re-read something and found....I didn't like it anymore.
Happily, I taught an American Lit class this year, and in doing so I re-read many classics. And even more happily, I can say that I enjoyed each one even more than I did the first (and for many, second and third and even fourth) time.
So here's my answer: my reading tastes have changed. I've eliminated some genres and become more selective in some ways. I read more non-fiction that I used to, although I haven't read much this year. I am more often disappointed than I used to be.