Some might think I am a snob, or an idiot, but I try to read books that blow my mind, books that challenge my brain and my soul, books that usually give me some food for thought. Actually, that is very similar when it comes to having a relationship with someone…it’s got to be interesting and capable of bringing me something new…a feeling, a memory, an experience. If I have to spend some time here on this planet, I’ll want it to be worthwhile. And if I have to read books, they’d better be the best ones. Here’s what Kafka said on books and what they do to the human soul:
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief. Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family and Editors.