Watching the Scenery

I like reading mysteries but I am the kind that reads the ending first. A lot of people think it is strange, and I admit it is rather contrary to the rule of the game, but the rule of the game is not as import to me as the pleasure of the text. It is like going out on a car trip. I like to be able to look around, see the scenery. But if I do not know the destination, I would be spending my time in figuring out where that is and let the beauty slips by the windows without taking note. The trip is therefore wasted; it would have been so much easier to fly. Reading is the same, tying to figure out the mystery focuses all the attention on the plot, and the words just slip by. All the pleasures of reading giveb way to anxiety and self-gratifying guessing. Maybe that is why so many people can read poorly written “novels”: they are not reading, just testing their limited intellect.