I make it no secret: I am a slow reader.
Part of it is due to my health. But I’ve also always been a slow reader. I’m talking maybe 10 pages per hour. Sloooooooooooooooowww. I drive my friends who like to read over my shoulder insane, but I digress.
The point is this: Sometimes I feel bad for being a super slow reader. Yeah, I know, I have a health condition, but come on! Why can’t I just read faster like all of the other bloggers. It makes me ashamed when I see other bloggrs flying through 7-10 books per month when I’m struggling to finish one.
It even makes me hesitant to request ARCs or sign up for tours. After all, how can I guarantee I’ll finish the book by the deadline? (News flash: there are plenty of ARCs I haven’t finished by deadline because of this and it’s never killed me or set me back)
You see my problem.
But I didn’t feel this way before blogging. See, some bloggers wear their reading speeds as badges of honor. “I read 17 books this month.” Their badge proudly reads. And I’m not here to knock them. I’m proud of and happy for my friends who can do this. But I think we, book bloggers, as a community, have this false idea that the faster you read and hence the more you read, the better a reader and blogger you are. And that’s definitely not true.
I may be a slow reader, but that in no way affects my status as a reader or blogger. In fact, sometimes it’s good to be a slow reader. You can take in more, soak up more of the world, and analyze more details in a more in depth way. See? Good things you tend to lose if you read faster.
I guess what I’m trying to get across here is that it’s not really how fast you read that matters. It’s how much you put into reading, and, in turn, what reading gives back. So read on, sloth readers, and be proud to be just as good a reader as anyone else!