So, I went to get my hair cut this weekend and sitting next to me in the waiting area was a 10-year-old kid (12 at the oldest). He was eyebrows-deep in a book. A few minutes later we were sitting next to each other again getting our haircuts. The following conversation transpired between him and the girl cutting his hair.
GIRL: I saw you reading a book out there. You like to read, huh?
GIRL: What are you reading?
KID: (some YA fantasy book I can’t recall)
GIRL: What’s it about?
KID: (again, I can’t recall the onslaught of description he unleashed)
GIRL: Wow, how far in the book are you?
KID: I’m only five pages from the end. I started it yesterday.
GIRL: Wow, you’re a quick reader then, huh?
KID: I guess. It’s only 300 pages though.
The girl cutting his hair and I had the same reaction, “Only 300 pages?!” You’re 10 and you read a 300-page book in a day, and you don’t think that’s impressive? I felt horrible about my reading habits as a child. Hell, even as an adult. I probably didn’t read 300 pages in a year at his age, let alone a day.
Maybe if I read more as a child I’d be brighter, better informed, or a better writer, but 300 pages a day? Am I alone in the writing world thinking this is a ridiculous feat for a kid to be unimpressed about?