I'm reading Maurice Merleau-Ponty's Phenomenology of Perception in the new Landau translation. It was originally published in 1945. I'm also reading Minette Walters' The Ice House (a mystery, not as good as her The Sculptress). So far, the Merleau-Ponty, as difficult as it is, is more compelling than the mystery novel.
I read anything and everything. And I take issue with the dismissal of Stephen King. I once thought that he was just another pulp novelist and, thus, not deserving of respect. Then somebody gave me a copy of Pet Sematary. I was surprised. He is a gifted writer. His descriptions and plots are quite skillful, even if they are executed in a limited genre. Is it high art? No. But his books are entertaining and well-crafted.
Nobody accuses K-pop of being art music, but it's entertaining and professionally executed. There's a popular niche for it. You don't have to like it.