“So do you like to read?” I ask when he finishes and we pull up at the hotel. “Yeah, sort of. Mostly nonfiction.” “Oh… why?” I can’t help but ask. He shrugs. “I just don’t really care for fiction.” He hops out of the cab and holds a hand out for me. “How can you not?” I ask and take his hand to get out. “The best thing about reading is to escape from your life, to be able to live hundreds or even thousands of different lives. Nonfiction doesn’t have that power—it doesn’t change you the way fiction does.”
Clearly a girl who has never read nonfiction
