I once dated someone (a tall dark handsome stranger I met at a party) who I found had never read a work of fiction outside a classroom, and couldn't see why anyone would waste their time reading made-up stuff. He did read a lot, but it was all factual - textbooks and manuals and things. He was an awesome engineer (could fix anything from a circuit board to a tractor, and was very useful for servicing my car / fixing the flat etc), good at sports, and unexpectedly prone to arranging lovely romantic surprises, but didn't exactly fit into my group of friends... It really was an unbridgeable gulf.
I find books a bit archaic at this stage. It's a bit analogous to my liking music, but having no time for opera: why would I invest heavily in such a ponderous and old-fashioned means of getting a story across?
(There's an extent to which I'm playing devil's advocate here, but given that I only read a handful of books a year most years... only an extent.)
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(There's an extent to which I'm playing devil's advocate here, but given that I only read a handful of books a year most years... only an extent.)
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