As a book blogger in the 16-21 age bracket, I often feel like there are certain expectations that I place upon myself about what I “should” be reading. Contemporary YA novels were always one of the main genres that I reached for in the last few years; unlike any other genre they described the experiences that I was going through at the time – navigating school situations, friendships and figuring out who I was. Fast forward to 2018, and I’m feeling myself become increasingly separated from any urge to read this genre. It’s not that I can’t still relate to the novels, because of course I am forever learning about myself and growing, but I simply don’t have the desire to read many of them at all.
When I first started this blog, I felt as though my area of comfort was reviewing contemporary YA novels. My post ‘The Importance of YA Literature’ is still one of my favourite posts that I have ever written, and I will never stop advocating the fact that YA novels have more power to verbalise incredibly important social issues than many other mediums.
In 2017, however, I read a total of six fantasy novels out of the 27 that I read in total and not a single historical fiction novel, which honestly shocked me when I read it! Fantasy is my passion; it’s what I immediately think of when I think of my identity as a reader, it’s what I want to produce in the future if I’m ever able to publish something of my own, and it’s what never fails to makes me fall in love with reading over and over again. So the question remains… why do I read so little of it? Continue reading “Why Am I Not Reading What I Want To Read?”