One of my partners doesn’t really read fiction, but does love a particular kind of self help book. Her reason for not liking fiction, though, is that she has aphantasia, meaning that reading the fiction does not create visual world in her head, the way it does for me and many others, making narratives less engaging. The self-help and non-fiction she reads though are generally wonderful, beautiful books, that she engages with because they have relevance and bearing on her life.
I’d say so. They also have a relationship with each other, making us a triad. It’s pretty chill.