I’m all about the style in literature.
When I was an early teen, I read all the Isaac Asimov I could. Sci-fi and Science. And there was a lot.
By my late teens, I discovered stylistics.
And I realised that Asimov could not write.
Oh, he could come up with great ideas; on occasion, even plots. But there was no beauty to his prose. I haven’t forgiven him for that.