To read or to knit?

I like to read.  I liked to read even before Oprah (I don't like her selections, anyway.  Most are too Lifetime television i.e. some woman has been done wrong by some man and must overcome insurmountable odds (which always makes me wonder, "aren't insurmountable odds insurmountable?") My problem is my hang up on productivity.  What have I gotten done today?  Reading doesn't leave you with much to show for your last 3 hours.  Also, I don't know many other readers who have similar literary taste (fiction with a real plot; very limited sprinkle of chick-lit, science fiction, or violence; no harlequin romance, please;  and sad endings need not apply (I'm looking at you, Nicholas Sparks), and books are like movies, half the fun is talking about it.  So in the past few years, I haven't read much, but I've moved to rectify that over the past few months.  Currently, I'm working on The Help, which for such a serious subject (what is like to be a black maid in a white house in Mississippi during the 1960s) it has several funny moments.  I've been squeezing as much reading as possible into unproductive time (like soaking in the tub,  sitting under the hair dryer at the beautician's, and sitting at stoplights).  However, knitting time has still suffered.  Good thing there is still a month before Christmas.