What do you read?

How many books do you read and of those, how many do you actually like?

Recently, I came across this question in a blog and was surprised at the answers. It seems that we don't actually enjoy a high percentage of what we read. I wonder if we tend to approach reading as an intellectual activity - something that requires a bit of work and a lack of honest fun? Or do we get stuck with a book that looks good on the outside, but is ultimately unsatisfying?

I find the whole topic interesting, because as an unpublished writer, I am innundated by what I read on the topic of getting a novel published. It's almost impossible, requires thick skin, a deadly combination of false-confidence, real confidence, cockiness, and suicidal insecurity. I also read quite a bit about how much alcohol this combination requires. And I wonder, why aren't we loving what we are reading.... and moreover, who is telling us to read that which we don't really want to be reading? Is reading sometimes like a marathon, ultra-competetive? And how do you know who wins?

Well, that's enough thinking for today... bobbing back over to my dishy, easy-read. We'll pretend it's War and Peace....shhhh, don't tell.