Things have been busy but calm all at the same time this past week. It’s quite strange, but I take it to mean that I am finally getting the hang of the thing I want so much – balancing my time. Work, creative writing, reading… I’ve actually done it all this week. Weird.
Recently my reading focused has honed in on a non-fiction book: The Cult of the Amateur – How Today’s Internet is Killing Our Culture and Assaulting Our Economy by Andrew Keen.
Long title. Interesting subject.
As complicated as the title may make it sound, Keen actually does a good job of making himself clear on what he is saying and what his position is. I won’t get into it any more than that because I don’t want to write a review until I’m done.
One way I know a book is a good one is if it moves me to feel something. Even if that something is a hatred of the book, it’s still a ‘good’ book because of the lack of apathy on my part.
I already know this is a good book. I’m only fifty pages in and twice already I’ve gotten into a deep conversation with my husband about certain aspects of the book. I nearly preached to him as we talked about it last night.
Why do I have so much to say about this book? Because I feel Keen ignores key things, but on the other hand, I can understand why he does. But the very fact I am so impassioned about this book and this subject to actually go on and on about it makes it a good book no matter how I feel about it at the end.
(Mind you, the case would be different were it a fiction book. Bad endings can turn good books bad.)
What I’m wondering is if you have ever gotten so wrapped up in a book that you couldn’t help but go on and on about it. That you couldn’t help but talk with anyone who would listen to you go on about it.