What makes you choose the books you read?
Genre? Reviews? Certain authors? Covers? Recommendations?
Anything and everything. Well, maybe not genre—I think of that as functional and contextual, rather something interesting in and of itself. But if I see a good review, it’s on the list. Is it someone I’ve been meaning to read? Boom, on the list. Did someone I trust recommend it to me? On the list. Is the cover pretty? Boom, on the list. There’s a reason this blog is called The Literary Omnivore: I will read just about anything, and my selection process is far from, well, selective. If I identified with bird imagery at all, Magpie would be in the name of this blog.
Essentially, it’s whatever catches my fickle eye, and that can be anything from an interesting presentation to a story element to an author’s name to just looking cool. Whenever I’m at a library, I will come home with stuff that’s on my list—and anything that looks remotely interesting, like a book on candy or an oral history of NBC.
If you’d like to see what this looks like in practice, let me direct you to my “Books to Read” spreadsheet.