When I was about 12, during the whole school year I was reading a book a day (full novels). I was borrowing those from my school library and I even got a reward for reading that many books. But some of the things I read back then, I only fully understood much later in life.
A funny story about how I accidentally ended my wife’s interest in BookTube.
There was this girl she was watching that claimed to read 200-300 books a year. One of the books that came up in her list, somehow, was G.K. Chesterton. In her review, this girl said “It was good, I think, but I just couldn’t understand it.”
I told my wife two things:
(1) There is not one human that actually reads 300 books a year; and,
(2) If anyone could read that much, they’d have no problem understanding Chesterton.
I told her I bet that she just constantly had an audiobook on literally all the time playing at 2x speed like background noise.
Within a week, my wife showed me a new video of this girl admitting that my prediction was dead accurate.