As I finished my eighth book of 2011 (I know I'm far behind some already), I started pondering my reading habits and wondering why I like reading so much. It is hard to pin point an exact answer to that, but I have a few ideas. I enjoy travelling to different places and time settings, all while sitting in a cozy chair at home. I like to sample a taste of something different, of things that I would never experience otherwise. I sometimes prefer being swept away by a fantasy, escaping for a moment the seemingly ordinary. I like words, and I like how words can be matched together to form incredible sentences that I wonder if I could ever think up. (I probably could not.)
Something is truly wonderful about reading, and that wonderful feeling is truly hard for me to explain. The only way to discover it is to pick up a book yourself and start from page one, savoring each morsel, each divine segment, until you are turning the last page and closing the back cover, wondering about the book for hours afterwords, trying to figure it out, and hoping you will never forget it.
"Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing."
~ Harper Lee ~
I've read 12 books this year already, so you have some catching up to do, Jennifer! *lol*
ReplyDeleteMy favorite thing about reading is that it takes me away and I can think about someone else's problems and not my own. I especially like it if I'm reading historical fiction and thus, learning history at the same time. =)
Thanks for linking up on my "Sharing Our Bookshelves" meme on my blog. I appreciate it!
~ Tarissa
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