I agree on all of that, but advancing age has forced me to qualify it. I now own more books that I want to read than my expected life span and average reading speed can support. I don’t regret a single moment spent reading crap genre mind-candy. I regret every single moment spent forcing myself through a book that I wasn’t enjoying, because it was something I ‘should read’. I don’t regret starting any of them, and I’ve enjoyed the hell out of some Dickens and Shakespeare, T. S. Eliot and Tennyson. I studied Latin and Hebrew at school. I’ve read half of what Kipling wrote and everything Keri Hulme did. Hell, I used to
teach the publication history of the Bible.
But I’ve read four Jane Austen novels (three for credit, one for a failed shot at a Women’s Studies major) and not enjoyed a moment of the experience. Intellectually, I get the quality of the work, but it wasn’t entertaining. It wasn’t pleasant, and life is just way too short for that. Books, even technical ones, get about three chapters to make their case now, if I’m not voluntarily choosing to read it after that, I’m moving on.