I’m a voracious reader, the owner of probably 100-200 books. They’re stashed on shelves, in boxes, practically everywhere I can cram one. I’d say it’s split down the middle in terms of fiction vs. non-fiction. I enjoy both equally. I love fiction for the ability to construct in my own mind what everything and everyone looks like, which is why I tend to dislike movies based on books I’ve read, because what the director has come up with never seems to match what was in my own head. I love non-fiction for the history, for the information, for the knowledge I can gleam from the pages as I go along. Probably my most read non-fiction book is the Pulitzer Prize winner, A Thousand Days by Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. It’s a hefty, 1,031 page book (if you don’t count the index, which brings it to 1,087) about JFK’s time in the White House. I’m a huge fan of the Kennedys and own more than a few books about them, including another book by Schlesinger, this one about RFK, called Robert Kennedy and His Times. My most read fiction book is probably The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton, incidentally one of the few movies based on a book I’ve enjoyed. Leave it to Scorcese, hmm? I love New York City, and I love the late 1800s, and it’s a fabulous combination of both. I’m also a fan of poetry and prose as well, which I keep separate from fiction/non-fiction.
I’m not one of those book snobs who think one kind of writing has inherently more value than another. I think if written well, a non-fiction book can be just as enthralling and captivating as a fiction piece.