I have never found myself more confused except those few times when someone unexpectedly asks me – Why do you read?
Is that supposed to be a question? But I was fortunate enough to come across Gary Paulmen’s words that best answer this question for me.
“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.”
I am not too good with the about bit.
I might tell you a lot of things half of which might not make sense
and rest half might seem overdone. I’ve tried nonetheless here, my muse-spot.
Writing is the second best thing that has happened to me. Of course, first being Reading!
So, you can keep looking for some amazing never-read-before book reviews in this bookish alcove – ‘The UnRead Book’.
If not here, then I am likely to be found at Asha’s Blog,
A very warm welcome to you and much thanks for waiting a while here today.
Keep coming, dear book-lover.