|Four of the masters|
In the age of Azimov and Bradbury, who I found by reading books alphabetically down the shelf marked science fiction at my public library when I was twelve, I would have just jumped in (and did) and started reading because I believed that anything that got into print was clearly worth reading or else they would not have published it. I think for the most part that was a reliable belief in the 60's and 70's. It was not until about 20 years later that I finally ran across a book which made me wonder who in heck thought this was a good idea. Even so, I felt it was a fluke not a condition.
Times do change. So I select a little differently now. I read comments on Goodreads, read blogs by writers, check out what SFWA is serving up for interest and generally keep my ears and eyes open for a good read. Sometimes I wish I could just walk along that sound-muffled aisle, bookshelves twice as tall as I and the bookcases running along far enough to show perspective lines. Even so, it's what is inside the books that I find most interesting though that memory of how I used to find them stays a pleasant one.