Thursday, May 21, 2020

Why I love to read

This is a question I have really never tried to answer before so bear with me.

I love to read because I can lose (and/or find) myself in another time and/or place. I can learn, I can grow, I can experience a piece of life that I otherwise wouldn't have a chance to. I journey with each character as they grow and learn to be their best (or worst) selves. I learn how to get into their mind, see how they tick, figure out what makes them go. I can figure the puzzles, see through that intricate web the author has made and sometimes, if it's a really good one, I may just wrap myself inside and wait til the end to come out. Sometimes I find a connection with a character that is almost visceral.



For as long as I can remember, curling up with a story has been a way to relax, find comfort, or even forget. It's my ticket to new and exciting places. Even when the story is over and I have long since put the book down, I find that I still have a piece with me. In my mind there is a memory of a story that will float to the surface and make me laugh or sigh, sometimes at the most inopportune moments.

My love for books is a well-known fact in my family. So well known that they tend to pick up free books sometimes to bring them to me. My love for reading has overtime turned into another love, Writing. It is something that is bone-deep and inescapable. It is part of what this whole blog is about. And I hope that someone, somewhere gets what I am saying because deep down inside them, they feel it to. 

So now that I have given you all a nerdy bit of myself, feel free to do the same below.

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