“I don’t want to waste my time.”
“Nobody reads short stories any more.”
“It’s not real. I like to read things that teach me something.”
Comments said to me recently about reading fiction.
Part of me reacts with dismay.
But then I wonder if my dismay is self-serving. I write. Of course I want people to read.
Can you learn to love fiction as an adult? Or if you don’t fall in love with stories as a child, is it too late?