One of the pieces of advice I’ve gotten during my job quest is something to the effect of “appear well-read.” Now, my normal literary diet consists primarily of science fiction (when my brain is awake) and romance novels (when it’s not). I was always a voracious reader, and continue to be so, even if the bulk of my reading is constrained to school vacations. But I occasionally worry (because I am capable of worrying about anything and everything; I suppose I must enjoy it or I wouldn’t do it so much) that my taste in books is too narrow.
Then I went to the library today to pick up my holds. Rather a lot of them had accumulated:
This stack is all of the books I have out from the library at the moment. Not pictured are a pair of DVDs which are in fact duplicates/companions to two of the books. The stack is comprised of: three fluffy young-adult novels about Wicca, three fluffy adult action-mystery-comedies, one fluffy adult paranormal-drama-romance en Espanol, one work of Great Literature, two books on astronomy/physics, and a knitting book. (and not one sci-fi or romance novel among them! We’ll just ignore the stack of unread SF and romance books that I picked up at the used bookstore a few weeks back…)
So I take it back. I am not a narrow reader. I don’t know if my taste qualifies as well-read (I suspect the definition of that changes depending on who you ask), but it’s certainly varied enough to qualify as broadly-read. I am Eclectica, hear me roar!