In response to yesterday’s post about the high percentage of political science graduate students in my class who hadn’t read John Locke’s Second Treatise of Government, I received this note:
Slightly (but not totally) unrelated: a senior in one of my writing classes revealed to me that he has only read 4 books in his lifetime. How did he pass any Lit classes? Ever? Astounding. Kids these days.
I’ve read two novels in the past two weeks. They weren’t great works of literature or anything, just a couple of fun books between reading student essays and starting in on all the political theory I’m going to read to start my new book project. But, man, I love reading. It’s pretty much what I do all the time.
In all seriousness, how is it even possible to have read only four books ever?! Good lord, what sort of a life is that?!