What It’s Like Having a Book Slump
Back when I was younger, I used to read novels as if I were on a deadline. I inhaled all those stories as if I had a plan to read every book that ever existed. A 600-page young adult novel would take me a day to finish, and after that, onto the next one. Book slump was a concept that I was totally unfamiliar with.
As a teenager, I would spend my summers staying at home burying my face in my beloved books. I even attended book signings of best-selling Western authors such as Kiera Cass, Ransom Riggs, Tahereh Mafi, and James Frey. Of course, book fairs were like Disneyland Park to me. I bought so many books that by the time I turned 17, I had at least a hundred.
However, as I got older, I realized that the only time I opened the books that I bought was when I took off their plastic covers.
The book slump begins…
Entering college, the last thing I worried about was how I would lose my connection with my hobbies, one of them is reading. It was something that I thought would stick with me even when I got older, but I was dead wrong.
I found it harder to get through the first few chapters of a single novel, much less the whole book. It felt like my burning passion for reading died down to a tiny flame. And no matter how hard I tried igniting it back on, I simply could not do it again. I tried looking for ways to get back to reading but since it’s a subjective state, most of the suggestions I’ve seen differ in perspective. I tried reading something I was familiar with so as to not feel like I was starting over. It would work, but only for a while, so I never really picked up the hobby until now.
The nostalgia finally set in
I have finally entered adulthood- I would have an even more difficult time picking up a book to read for pleasure. Honestly, I’m fine with it.
Maybe I have left the phase when I was a huge bookworm, but I will always carry it with me. I guess I’ll just have to accept that once the nostalgia sets in, it means that I have moved on, I have grown.
