I appreciate fiction, but I almost always read nonfiction. It’s probably because I typically choose the books on topics I’m interested in and want to learn about. But I also love the way a great nonfiction writer can weave a narrative so strong that it’s just as much literature as it is journalism.
Some of my favorite examples of nonfiction that do this well: Soul Full of Coal Dust, Toms River, Desert Solitaire (Abbey can be problematic, though, so be warned), The Pine Barrens, This Land, and on and on.
I guess I’m kinda stuck in the environment/nature section these days!
Just losing yourself into another reality was how I fell in love with reading. As I’ve grown up I’ve found that harder to do. I tilt more towards non fiction nowadays. Which is weird because I’m less happier with reality than I was back when I liked to escape it.