I don’t read to escape. I read to get the feeling that life is more present and more interesting. I read to wake up. And some writing makes me feel more alive and other writing makes me feel stupid. Not only because the writing is boring, but because there is a boring or canned or dishonest experience of life under it.
If giving well were a liberal art, rather than a market; a virtue, like reading well, or being open to life; if it were one of the graces, rather than a transaction to be rendered more efficient and effective; I could quote Kia without being off topic. As it is, you have my apologies!