So what happened? Did I grow out of reading, stop making time or did my degree turn reading into a chore?
I have to say I absolutely loved my degree and while I was at uni, I loved reading even more. I had so many new avenues to explore and every great novel I read led to more related ones to devour. Although reading was essentially my job (albeit very part-time!), I still enjoyed it. I only remember one or two things I really had to slog through.
Often the fact I had to read something was a blessing rather than a curse. There were novels which were heavy going at first which I ended up really enjoying. I might not have stuck with them otherwise, but they became firm favourites.
What uni did spoil for me was the idea of reading just because I enjoyed it. I felt that everything I read had to have value and that reading should improve me in some way.
I had never been much of a one for trashy novels anyway, but if I ever considered reading something lowbrow I could almost hear the disdain of my tutors.
The problem is, I don’t have time for densely plotted, thousand page novels now. When I do read I pick up a book for twenty minutes at a time, which isn’t long enough to get to grips with something meaty. I prefer short, easy reads these days.
So lately I’m trying to get back to my childish way of reading – reading something because I want to. I’m doing it for the enjoyment, not to tick another classic off my list. Just don’t tell my tutors!