I like people with flexible taste.
Give me the reader who can rave about a brilliantly constructed novel and then immediately defend a slightly messy thriller they devoured in 2 days. That is a person who actually reads for pleasure, not just for posture.
Some books are excellent. Some books are useful. Some books are companions for a particular week in your life. I do not think those are lesser experiences just because the prose was not cathedral-grade.
A reading life gets healthier when it makes room for delight, not just judgment.