This morning I discussed one of my favorites so far, I, Claudius
Now through 42 books, there have only been a couple that I really didn't enjoy. Most of the books have been, at worst, enjoyable reads. But even an adequate book is often difficult to talk about, or at least difficult to be really enthusiastic about. I guess it's sort of like a meal. When you eat at a really good restaurant, every bite can be fantastic, always leaving you wanting more. But when you eat at McDonalds, the food is adequate, but it doesn't give you the urge to write home and tell your folks about it.
When I talk about The Moviegoer
So now I'm left to wonder. Do I try and be more enthusiastic about these 'average' reads, or should I just be honest about my indifference? I suppose honesty is always the best option, but enthusiasm probably makes for a better show. Maybe the best idea is to read really good books, and this problem will take care of itself.
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