My husband and I both love to read, but our preferred reading material couldn’t be more different. While I’m snuggled up with a Harry Potter novel, he’s tearing through a true crime story. Anthony also reads a genre that I could never, even as a kid, enjoy. He’ll spend hours reading Spider-Man, Batman, and Conan comic books from his childhood.
For an unknown reason, I have an aversion to comic books. I’ve tried to pinpoint why I dislike a genre that so many love; the only thing I can conjecture is the combination of small writing and action-packed pages leads to sensory overload in my brain.
Every once in a while during my pre-teen years I’d buy a MAD magazine, if only to salivate over the prizes featured on the Olympic Sales page. This page, usually in full color, promised a bevy of prizes to all the good girls and boys who could peddle some mystery products to their unsuspecting family and neighbors.
The details in the ad were a bit sketchy, and my mom never let me get far enough into my phone call to Olympic Sales to actually glean any information, but boy did I want to win the inflatable raft for two.
As an adult, I did manage to read a graphic novel and found it easier to navigate than a traditional comic. It’s not my preferred genre, but I’m not opposed to reading graphic novels in the future.
I know my husband isn’t alone with his love of comics, but I wonder just how many book bloggers are or have been comic book readers. Are you a Spidey fan? Or is Superman more your speed?