It is only slightly embarrassing to admit, but I read all the Conan and swords and sorcery novels I could get my hands on during my teenage years, averaging about a book a week. This includes all of the original and expanded Conan universe by other authors (I think I counted having digested about 50 books, which is still woefully incomplete in the expanded universe).
A significant percentage of the words I have ever read have been about Conan.
This caused some small amount of weirdness over the years, when I found out words I had been using in conversation haven’t been in common English usage in decades (or sometimes centuries). To this day, I still occasionally find out I am mispronouncing words I’ve only ever read as a teenager and never heard aloud.
If this seems extreme reading as a teen, it was completely dwarfed by my older sister, who regularly inherited bags of harlequin novels from my patriarchal grandmother.
