Why You Should Love Big Books
Here’s why no great book is ever too long!
Big books can be intimidating.
They’re definitely a time commitment. Say you start a huge behemoth of a book and it doesn’t interest you. What a waste for picking up the book in the first place!
But what if — gasp — that large book hooks you in its opening scene and never lets go. Then what? You’re in for some long sleepless nights. For many, many weeks if you’re a slow reader like me.
And you know what? I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’ve always been fascinated by big novels, even when I was kid. When I was nine and ten years old and reading every Goosebumps book I could get my hands on, I always marveled at those big books on the Barnes & Noble shelf, knowing that one day I would tackle each one.
When you’re a kid, the big books feel like the holy grail because getting to read one means you’ve come of age as a reader. Reading something 500 pages or 600 pages or even longer means that you are in the big leagues for now and for the rest of your life.
The first truly big novel I can remember reading is Boy’s Life, by Robert McCammon, when I was fourteen. At about 600 pages, this novel swept me away in its first page and never let me go until I read…
