This week, BTT asks: "Do you ever feel like you’re in a reading rut? That you don’t read enough variety? That you need to branch out, spread your literary wings and explore other genres, flavors, styles?"
Well, maybe and maybe not. When I was younger I was always eager to explore new genres and subjects -- felt I owed it to myself to be always testing, always learning, always searching for fresh fields. And that was good. Over the years, though, I've tended to narrow my scope quite a lot. Today, I'm not as likely to experiment in my reading; I'm much more sure of what I like and I generally stay within that "zone." There are some sorts of books that I just don't have any interest in, so I don't bother with them. Since I read almost entirely for pleasure now, I can read what I like -- and I do.
But I don't really consider that being in a "rut."
Would I benefit from branching out a little more? Probably. But I don't really intend to. At my age, the phrase "so many books, so little time" has a much deeper resonance than it did when I was younger. I might be in a reading "rut," but it's a comfy rut and I intend to stay right in it.