I’ve been reading since I was 4 years old in Kindergarten and first learned the alphabet. I’ve been an avid reader since 3rd grade, often seeking shelter in the school library during lunch time and devouring each new book that the librarian would send my way. This may seem normal for any typical book-nerd, but I had only been in the US for roughly 3 years. My family moved to the US when I was barely 5 years old. English was my third language and here I was going to a California public school. I can attest to the fact that young children soak up languages like sponges, myself included. Reading though, took me so much farther than anything I learned in school. I learned how to talk, how to think and how to write because of all the books I read. Grammar was hardly discussed in my schools until I was in 8th grade, even then, I only knew what I was doing because of what I had read all my life.
In 6th grade, I jumped ahead of myself and started reading Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice, after that, I don’t think I picked up another YA book. I was reading about serial killers, Helter Skelter, or I was reading about punk rock, Kurt Cobain and Nirvana. Music was my second love after reading, a trait I find still in most avid readers, the two seem to go hand-in-hand.
I’ve lived 4/5ths of my life in books. At 25 years old, I can’t help but wonder, have I read too much and not lived enough? Sometimes I ask myself, why am I indoors reading when I should be outdoors exploring the world? Its not much about being in a reading funk, but its about wanting to develop my story. How often do readers rely on characters in a book for advice on personal decisions? Is it better or worse to make decisions based on what you’ve read versus what you’ve experienced, and if you haven’t experienced enough, shouldn’t you put down the books for a while and really step outside yourself?
Is there such a thing as too much reading? Where is the balance?