My reading speed also made reading rewarding for me. I would race through the summer reading program award minimum in a few days and then quickly read enough books to guarantee winning whatever prize I desired. Reading also made it possible for me to endure boring junior high and high school classes – it wasn’t unusual for me to check out a book before school, read it during the day, and take a different one home to read at night. A good book always helped me relax during college exam days, when traveling for work, on vacation, or for a few minutes before bed.
My joy in reading changed when I opted to make writing a career. The pressure of deadlines and wanting to write meant my reading time became more limited. It also became less enjoyable.
The more I learned about writing, the more critical a reader I became. I had always analyzed a mystery to figure out whodunit in advance of the writer revealing the culprit, but now I found myself examining each page for the technical way the author hid clues. Weaknesses in voice, plot, or character became so much more pronounced that there were times I feared I couldn’t force myself to finish a book. When a book dragged, I wanted to take a green pen and cross out the offensive paragraphs. The few times I found a book that read like the old days, I savored my time with it and usually grabbed more books by the same author.
I have talked to other authors and discovered that some rarely read for fear of stealing an idea while others read books in genres different than they write for the same reason. Other writers believe that the more they read of any type of book, the better a writer they become. Think about your reading habits – has writing or wanting to write changed them?