I just read Phil Roth's "The Ghost Writer" for no specific reason. There was a vague mix of curiosity and obligation.
I also found the experience positive, a vague mix of appreciation and actual enjoyment.
Attempting to project a more particular or solidified impression would be a complete fabrication in this case. This also best describes my digestion of many other books I read. This is something I really couldn't have discovered without going through the process of describing every single book I read for a stretch.
It's different if I'm reading for a review, or to teach a particular work. Then I am reading with the readers or students in mind. This isn't the way I would want to read for pleasure or personal advancement, especially those given to me so thoughfully.
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