From her fashion choices to her angsty attitude, there are a lot of things about my high school self that make me cringe. Still, there’s one area she thrived in that my 23-year-old self just can’t beat: reading.Â
Back in the day, I was knocking back books like there was no tomorrow. James Dashner wrote a prequel to ***The Maze Runner* (2009)? I read it the next day. Cassandra Clare released another 700 page fantasy novel? I finished it within a week. From classic series like ***The Hunger Games* (2008-2025) to smaller series like ***Bad Girls Don’t Die* (2009-2012), I read it all.Â
Today? Not so much. There’s a novel on my coffee table with a bookmark in it that’s hardly moved in months. It calls to me every day, begging to be read. When I ***do* decide to pick it up, I usually call it a day after a chapter or two. So, what happened? Is my adult mind too preoccupied to take a break? Has TikTok destroyed my attention span? Regardless of the reason, if my high school self could see how short my ‘Read’ list on Goodreads is, I’m sure she’d be cringing right back.Â
