I read very few non-fiction books. I’m not
sure why. There are plenty of subjects I find interesting. Of those subjects,
many books have been written by writers who I’m sure did plenty of research and
presented those already interesting subjects in a way that gave them new life.
I’m not talking based on my experience reading non-fiction books, it’s just the
probability of numbers. Like many young adults who grew up with the internet
boom of the nineties, I’ve been bombarded every which way by information and
because of it I have interests in many different fields of knowledge. Fiction
has always been a dominating interest, maybe because of its inherent
entertainment value. Growing up, I’ve always enjoyed learning but since I’ve
finished high school, the amount of free time I have has been reduced and I’d
rather spend my time being entertained than learning, no matter how curious I
might be about a particular subject.
It’s not to say I’ve forgone any
opportunity to learn, more that I’ve narrowed the time in which I give myself
the chance to research and explore. The number of non-fiction books I read in
comparison to fiction novels is very, very small. It’s a ratio of about one
book in fifty. After creating a Goodreads account and tracking my annual
reading progress, I’ve come to realize just how few non-fiction books I read.
I’ve attempted to rectify that by buying a few non-fiction books in the recent
past but I’ve yet to really read many of them. This year, I’ve managed to read
one. I know, that’s not very impressive nor does it present a change in reading
behaviour, but it’s a start.
