I loved reading Reader's Digest when I was young. I shudder at the idea of what I would have become if life made it so that I would only read RD (bc of a lack

I loved reading Reader's Digest when I was young. I shudder at the idea of what I would have become if life made it so that I would only read RD (bc of a lack of time, of support, of curiosity) for the rest of my life. A shallow half-knowledge I would have been contented with, oblivious to what literature is really about. Another similar idea I am culpable of: watching videos of people playing games instead of playing for myself. Not the same experience at all.