“Why do I read?”
“Why do I read?
I just can’t help myself.
I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
and to be motivated.
I read to understand things I’ve never
been exposed to.
I read when I’m crabby, when I’ve just
said monumentally dumb things to the
people I love.
I read for strength to help me when I
feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
I read when I’m angry at the whole
I read when everything is going right.
I read to find hope.
I read because I’m made up not just of
skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
and a deep need for chocolate, but I’m
also made up of words.
Words describe my thoughts and what’s
hidden in my heart.
Words are alive–when I’ve found a
story that I love, I read it again and
again, like playing a favorite song
over and over.
Reading isn’t passive–I enter the
story with the characters, breathe
their air, feel their frustrations,
scream at them to stop when they’re
about to do something stupid, cry with
them, laugh with them.
Reading for me, is spending time with a
A book is a friend.
You can never have too many.”
― Gary Paulsen,
The reason behind yet another post about this topic is the immense attention that my first ever post and then my second post got. Because of that, I wanted to open up a place where we can discuss this topic together. I want to know what you guys think about this topic and also about the quote. What would a world without books be like in your opinion? Why do you read? Please let me know in the comments. This is an open discussion, anyone can comment. I’m more than excited for all your input!
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