Yup, uncultured, unrefined, lowbrow, philistine reading tastes.
My tastes do not run to poetic prose. I want the common, vulgar fiction known as popular fiction or genre fiction.
No artfully crafted literary fiction for me. The fewer college degrees the author has, the better (my exception might be Eloisa James who is a flippin’ smart college professor).
I would not choose to read a classic (except for Jane Austen). I would instead reach for a category romance. I will finish it in a few hours and probably not read it again. I will never need to reach for my dictionary to look up a word in the book. The characters will feel like my friends.
At the end of my book, the heroine will not die, nor will the hero leave the woman he loves in the arms of another man and go off to find himself a new life, nor will the main character see his son killed in front of his eyes and give up his greatest dream as a consequence. No, I will be blissful at the end because the characters live happily ever after.
I am also usually averse to spiritually or emotionally enriching nonfiction because I’d rather read a pulp fiction book. Yes, I am not interested in improving myself. I simply want to be entertained.
For part of my life I was made to feel ashamed at my coarse reading tastes. As a Christian, especially, I thought I needed to immerse myself in all the great Bible studies and books on how to walk deeper with God. I read my common novels in secret. I didn’t have anyone to share them with.
Then I got older and realized that like my faith, my reading tastes are personal, so why should I care about people who criticize either? If God doesn’t object to the fact I like simple romances, and not literary fiction or nonfiction, then no one else has the right to have an opinion about it.
So what do your tastes run to? I promise not to cringe if you love literary fiction if you promise not to sneer at my pulp fiction.