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What Type of Reader are you? What is your favorite type of book to read? Or do you even enjoy reading? No matter how much a person likes or dislikes reading, every person in today’s society has to read at least once a day. There is so much material to read, one cannot avoid reading something. Not only are there many different types of material to read, but there are also many different types of readers. Readers can be labeled either by what they read, or why they read. There are the people who read because reading is something they love to do.

These Lovers of Literature do not care what the material is they are reading, or what kind of prose it contains; they just read to be reading. I think I belong in this category because I enjoy reading and it is something I do for all sorts of reasons: when I am bored, when I am about to go to bed, and sometimes even when I am angry. These people seem fascinated by letters and the way they shape words and sentences, poems and essays, stories and books. Lovers of Literature can be seen checking out many varieties of books from libraries, such as historical fiction or classical literature.

Lovers of Literature seem interested in everything from the Bronte sisters to Louis L’amour. Quite the opposites of Lovers of Literature are the Necessity Readers: those of the public who read only when they have to. My brother fits perfectly into this group, seeing as he never reads unless absolutely necessary. “Why read when you can be doing something fun,” he always asks me whenever I am reading and he wants me to do something else. Necessity Readers read no more than completely essential, and only when it benefits them, such as for class or work.

Necessity Readers see reading as a must-do activity and are not enthused by it in any way. These people hardly ever read because they want to; the idea of reading for pleasure seems absolutely foreign to them. It really is a disgrace that it seems as though most of the public is composed of Necessity Readers. We cannot forget the select few who read only science fiction and/or comic books. These people are most commonly known as nerds or geeks, but I like to think of them as Scientific Thinkers. Scientific Thinkers collect comic books and keep them sacred and close to their hearts.

It is a favorite pastime of many Scientific Thinkers to compare their comic book collections with others of this category. It is a little unsettling how quickly a person of this group can tell you exactly what happened in a specific volume of the Superman or Spiderman comics. An example of some people that fits into this group is the “nerds” from the television show Beauty and the Geek. Such books as The Lord of the Rings trilogy and movies such as Star Wars may also catch these people’s attention. There are those who enjoy reading, though they mostly engage in the reading of mystery novels.

These Nancy Drews of the literature world take pleasure in reading mystery novels because they like to guess at the mysteries themselves all the way through the book. I suppose they want to see if they are as good at solving mysteries as Sherlock Holmes himself. The Nancy Drews of the world probably enjoy reading such authors as Lois Lowry, Mary Higgins Clark, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and, of course, Edward Stratemeyer. Another genre of readers who are mainly only concerned with their own taste in books is the Historians.

These select few are the ones that can be seen with their noses stuck in either biographies or autobiographies about such people as John F. Kennedy or Martin Luther King, Jr. Historians more than likely take pleasure in reading enormous books about wars or the significant people in the wars. These people are more than likely very knowledgeable about a lot of commonly unknown facts about history. Historians could probably tell you every General and commanding officer in the Revolutionary War, and then tell you what he was best known for.

There is one more group of selective readers: those who read the romance novels. These Romantics are all the time caught up in a lusty novel about a housewife and a pool boy. Romantics mainly consist of middle-aged and older women who have more than likely lost most of the lust out of their relationship. My aunt fits into this group of Romantics without a doubt. Others who make up this group are those who are looking for the perfect love of their life and read these novels, which more than likely will give them the wrong idea about love.

Romantic novels make love seem so perfect and flawless. Romantics almost certainly like such authors as Barbara Bretton and Elizabeth Sinclair. The people I like to think of as Social Readers are those who read mostly on the internet, in newspapers, or magazines. These people read mostly for information and news, either about current happenings or about the latest goings-on of movie stars. These are the people that can be seen in line at the grocery store, who are ten feet behind the person in front of them because they haven’t looked up from Vogue in the last five minutes.

Social Readers can also probably be recognized by their choice of television shows they watch. More than likely they will enjoy the entertainment news programs such as Entertainment Tonight and others of that sort. In conclusion, there are many different types of reading material out there, but not only that, there are many different groups of readers out there also. If a person only takes the time to think about his or her likes and dislikes, he or she can easily avoid feeling overwhelmed when it comes time to choose reading material. He or she might even be able to decipher which group they belong in

In class, this question was brought up. I’ve been thinking about it for the past couple days, and I choose to explore the question:

What kind of reader am I?

What made me the avid reader that I am? What made me fall in love with reading and literature?

In middle and high school, I was a typical teenage student who just completed the assigned readings. I did not LOVE books; I just read them as an assignment. My family encouraged me to read certain books, so I would read books that were recommended to me by those I respected. I did not start to love literature until I came to college here at SUNY Cortland.

I took a class with Dr. Faulkner, Introduction to Fiction, and I became obsessed with reading. He taught us to read text in a new way I had never been introduced to in middle or high school. I was taught several different ways to analyze a text, which we are all well aware of, and this new ideology really turned me around from being an occasional reader to a constant reader.

Now, I read everything I can get my hands on. I like to read different kinds of texts so that I am not limited to only one genre/subject. I read every month’s addition of Rolling Stone Magazine. I love reading about new media/music/entertainment, but that magazine is a sophisticated source.

I read a different genre every time I pick up a new book. I always transition from one book to the next so I am continuously reading. I read short story anthologies to memoirs, classic Dickens to YA Lit. I read more than I watch television, and I read often.

I read during my lunch breaks at work on my job. I read on airplanes, under trees in my backyard, on the beach, or before bed. I fill my spare time with reading because there is so much I want to read in so little time.

I want to be able to give this experience to others, be it my students, friends or family. I want to share and give this love for reading to everyone, because it touches us each in our own way. Every person needs to discover what kind of reader they are, what genres they enjoy, what texts intrigue them. I hope to help others find their own path so they can be lifelong readers like I know I will be.

Mike – I like reading as long as it is something short. Otherwise, I can’t follow what is happening. I don’t understand anything and I get bored. I prefer short stories: you can finish them quickly.

Ann –I like reading funny books,books that make me laugh. At the moment, I am reading ‘Three men in a boat’ by Jerome K. Jerome. And it’s really interesting! I always look forward to the moment when I can curl up in an armchair and go on with the story. I like it a lot when my mum comes to find out why I’m laughing so much and she can’t understand why.

Jack – I wish someone could tell me why it is that as soon as I’ve been reading a book for a bit, I fall asleep. I always start off with the best intentions, but after a few pages my eyelids come down and I’m snoozing. When I start reading again, I don’t remember where I was, so to pick up the thread, I’ve got to go back a few pages. So I read and then snooze again! It means I’m always on the same page!

Adrian – I like reading books where the main character is like me, with the problems similar to mine. I want to see how they solve their difficulties. But it is not easy to find writers who know how to handle themes that are both everyday and universal. Only real greats can do that!

Nigel – One thing I really can’t stand reading are descriptions: they’re always so long and boring! I get the idea that the writer just put them in to show how smart he is and how much he knows about life. I prefer action scenes and a lot of dialogue. I usually just skip the descriptive bits and go on where the story starts again.

Marriane –I’ve got to go to school every day as well as doing my homework; in the afternoon, I do some sport, and on Sundays I have swimming competitions. In the evening I’m tired, and I don’t feel like reading. So , when I want to relax and enjoy myself, I prefer watching a film on TV or going to the cinema with some friends.

Pearl _ Reading is like a great adventure for me. Starting a book is always a great thrill, and I want the writer to carry me off to new , unknown places, places I’ve never been to before. That’s why I love the descriptive passages, because if they’re well done, they can make me feel that I’m in a particular landscape, make me feel hot or cold, make me see the people in the story with such detail that I feel I could reach out and touch them.

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Метки: 8, intermediate, reading, speaking

Roy Blount, Jr.

This is an excerpt from an essay first published in the Oxford American.
It appears in its entirety in Long Time Leaving: Dispatches from Up South.
 

When people of the Northeast ask what I do, I long for one of those professions that would certify me to respond as follows:

“Before I answer that question, I am ethically obliged to inform you that as soon as I do answer, our conversation will be billable at $200 per hour or portion thereof—and the answering of the question itself shall constitute such a portion, as will what I am telling you now, retroactively.”

That would dispense with a lot of idle conversation in which I find myself bogged down in the Northeast.

“What do you do?” people ask.

I say, “I’m a writer.”

And people of the Northeast don’t respond in the way you’d think people would. They don’t say, “I knew a writer once. He could never sit still in a boat,” or “Yeah, that’s about all you look like being, too. What do you do, make it all up, or do the media tell you what to say?” or “Uh-huh, well, I breed ostriches.” I could roll with any one of those responses. One reason there are so many Southern writers is that people of the South either tell a writer things he can use, or they disapprove of him enough to keep his loins girded, or they just nod and shake their heads and leave him to it. But people of the Northeast act like being a writer is normal.

“Oh,” they say with a certain gracious almost-twinkle in their eye, “what kind?”

What am I supposed to say to that? “Living”? “Recovering”? They’ll just respond, “Oh, should I have heard of some of your books?” I don’t know how to answer that question. And I’m damned if I’m going to stand there and start naming off the titles. That’s personal! Can you imagine Flannery O’Connor standing there munching brie on a Ry-Krisp and saying, “Well, there’s The Violent Bear It Away. . . .”

People of the Northeast don’t seem to think it is all that personal. They seem to think that you can find out about books by having a schmooze with the writer, in the same way they might think you can find out about whiskey by chatting up someone in personnel down at the distillery.

What I want to do, when somebody asks me what kind of writer I am, is sull up for several long seconds until I am blue in the face and then, from somewhere way farther back and deeper down than the bottom of my throat, I want to vouchsafe this person an utterance such that the closest thing you could compare it to would be the screech of a freshly damned soul shot through with cricket song and intermittently all but drowned out by the crashing of surf. But I was brought up to be polite.

I was also brought up Methodist and went to graduate school, so I can’t honestly say what I want to say: “Self-taught annunciatory. I received a vision out of this corner, of this eye, at about 7:45 p.m. on January 11, 1949, and since that moment in earthly time I have been an inspired revelational writer from the crown of my hat to the soles of my shoes. And do you want to know the nature of that vision?

“The nature of that vision was a footprint in the side of an edifice, and the heel of it was cloven and the toes of it was twelve. And how could a footprint be in the side of an edifice, you wonder? Especially since I stood alone at the time, stark naked and daubed with orange clay, in a stand of tulip poplar trees some eleven miles outside of Half Dog, Alabama, way off a great ways from the closest man-made structure in any literal subannunciatory sense. That footprint could be in the side of an edifice for one reason and one reason only: because—”

But then they’d just say, “Oh, a Southern writer. What are grits?”

I don’t live in the South anymore. I maintain you can’t live in the South and be a deep-dyed Southern writer. If you live in the South you are just writing about folks, so far as you can tell, and it comes out Southern. For all we know, if you moved West you’d be a Western writer. Whereas, if you live outside the South, you are being a Southern writer either (a) on purpose or (b) because you can’t help it. Which comes to the same thing in the end: you are deep dyed.

Whether or not anybody in the South thinks you are a Southern writer is not a problem. Englishmen thought of Alistair Cooke as an American. Americans thought of him as English. So he was in good shape, as I see it: nobody kept track of whether he went to church. . . .

The language needs a second-person plural, and y’all is manifestly more precise, more mannerly and friendlier than y’uns or you people. When Northerners tell me they have heard Southerners use y’all in the singular, I tell them they lack structural linguistic understanding. And when they ask me to explain grits, I look at them them like an Irishman who’s been asked to explain potatoes.

All too often in the Northeast, writers themselves seem to regard being a writer as normal. When people ask a Northeastern writer what kind he or she is, instead of expostulating, “What do you mean what kind? Getting by the best I can kind! Trying to make some kind of semi-intelligible sense out of the goddamn cosmos kind! If you’re interested, see if you can’t find a way to read something I wrote! If I knew it by heart I would recite the scene in Marry and Burn where the fire ants drive the one-legged boy insane (which I’ll admit I think almost comes up to what it might have been, but it’s not simple enough, there are too many of’s in it; I couldn’t get enough of’s out of it to save my life!); but I don’t carry it around in my head—I was trying to get it out of my head; and even if I did, reciting it wouldn’t do it justice! You have to read it”—a Northeastern writer will natter away about being poststructuralist or something. And everybody’s happy. Writers fitting into the social scheme of things—it don’t seem right to me.

Grits is normal.

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