I still haven’t been meeting my personal writing goals, but I’m not gonna mope about it in blog posts anymore. Just gotta write more.
Getting Back on My Fictional Horse
When I finished reading The Small Stuff (a non-fiction book), I excitedly told my wife and she asked me how many books I’d read this year. I thought for a second before saying, “Maybe three or four?” After I logged it to my GoodReads I went to check where this put me on my 2026 reading challenge. To my shock I didn’t even have a 2026 reading challenge. It was my first book to finish this year.
I’d started out as a fantastic reader when I was a kid, but I started to have trouble as soon as the books were too big to finish in one sitting. I loved going to the library but often my eyes were bigger than my appetite. I’d check out 3-4 books that I knew were interesting and/or important, but I’d shamefully take them back unread because I couldn’t get more than 25% into a book. I wanted to love reading, but my brain wasn’t letting me.
When it came time for the barrage of standardized tests kids have to take for benchmarking and college, my reading comprehension was almost always my lowest scoring one. As an adult, my doctor told me that trouble finishing what I read is one of the more commonly overlooked signs of ADHD, and that it gets missed most often in high achieving students like I was.
Throughout the rest of school, I only read the books I was assigned to read. My classes in college didn’t require I read any literature, so I didn’t. Throughout my college years, I almost completely stopped reading fiction for fun. I say almost, because in the last semester of my last year in college I bought a Kindle.
The novelty of an eReader worked for me for a while. It was directly responsible for the only fiction books I’ve read since high school: the first four Harry Potter books (circa 2010-2013, not recently), Ready Player One and David Levithan’s The Lover’s Dictionary. If I also count a re-reading of The Hobbit I did before those movies came out, that’s just seven books in 18 years. But that’s not really a fair accounting of things, because as best I can recollect, I read all of those more than a decade ago.
However, owning a Kindle did not magically turn into a fiction reader. Looking back through my GoodReads, Kindle and Audible history, I can confidently say I did not finish a single fiction book between 2014 and 2024. Six years after I bought it, I traded in my Kindle because I wasn’t using it anymore and we could get a nicer one for my wife with a upgrade offer.
It’s not that I wasn’t reading entirely though. Between 2014 and 2024, I finished about 25 different non-fiction books and started but did not finish about 10 more. Even now, “currently reading” items on my GoodReads profile are non-fiction.
Even if those numbers are accurate I don’t think ~2.5 books per year is especially good, and no fiction for a decade is actually quite bad.