In my adult life, I have read more comic books than I have in the first 18 years of my life.
Me too. Way, way more.
Largely for me that’s because I never liked single-issue comics, even as a kid, and that’s all I had access to. I had a paltry collection because my parents didn’t want to spend money on them. A single issue is over and done in 15–20 minutes. My appetites were greater than that.
I loved comic superheroes, but I got my fix from the 90s animated shows — Batman, Spider-Man, X-Men. When it came to reading, I wanted something a little more substantial (in terms of page length, not necessarily content).
But as an adult, I can afford collected editions. They’re glorious. And it was wonderful to discover that comics are so much more than superheroes. I still will read the occasional Marvel or DC comic for a nostalgia rush, but most of the comics I read these days have nothing to do with superheroes.
As for using comics as teaching material, I think it’s a fantastic idea. My college has a graphic novel elective. I’ve heard of a few local high school teachers who have incorporated graphic novels into their lesson plans. But it’s still not even close to being a widespread practice, and I think it needs to be.