I don’t believe in dissing books I used to love, and I always suspect the moral judgment of people who sneer at the taste of the reader they used to be: “I know thee not, old book.”
I would be (and am) suspicious of people who actively read and don't re-evaluate their opinions in light of what they come to know about literature and the world. Some books are classics and some are just temporary affairs, which is no matter to how they fit into one's life, but should impact our comparative judgments of them (to move this to another realm: I listened to Ivy's In the Clear quite avidly for several months, but I'm of no illusions about its place amongst all the albums I listen to). The alternative seems to be David St. Hubbins in This Is Spinal Tap: "I believe virtually everything I read, and I think that is what makes me more of a selective human than someone who doesn't believe anything."
Also, I take great comfort that the libraries shown here are just as disorganized as mine.
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