I read for the escape, to pause my own life for a moment and escape into an entirely new world. Maybe it’s a love story and dropping myself into a budding relationship. Maybe it’s a self-help book that allows me to see the bigger picture of the Universe. Maybe it’s a fast-paced thriller where I can spend some time trying to solve a case and less time trying to solve my own problems.
I read to be educated. Fiction and nonfiction alike allow me to see the world with a different lens. Americanah opened my eyes to the cultural differences between African-Americans and Africans who immigrate to the United States. MWF Seeking BFF made me realize that making friends as an adult is hard for nearly everyone, and it gave me practical steps to make friends. A Thousand Splendid Suns taught me what life is like women in other countries where their voices are oppressed. The Willpower Instinct helped me understand my brain and how it reacts to willpower and self-control in a super easy-to-understand way.
I read to be moved, to be taken to a place outside of myself and my own little bubble. Two Kisses for Maddy had me sobbing as Matt Logelin told me in the most honest and raw way possible about the death of his wife. Firefly Lane gave me unexpected tears and hiccuping sobs when the book took an unexpected turn that nearly destroyed me. Me Before You broke me, taking me into a world full of pain and heartache and strife, but showing me how goodness and sweetness and heart can commingle with it.
I read to calm my anxiety. It’s easy to tell when I’m feeling anxious and restless because all I’m reading are romance novels. Whenever I’m feeling out of sorts, I can always depend on a sweet, light-hearted romance novel to lift my spirits.
I read for an experience, to be taken on a journey so far outside my realm of understanding. The Martian allowed me to explore life on Mars. To Kill a Mockingbird brought me into a small Southern town to learn about racism. The Night Circus took me to a secret, vivid world of magic and storytelling and fantasy. And, who can leave the Harry Potter series out of this? A series unlike anything I’ve ever read, an experience unlike I’ve ever known.
I read for enjoyment, because reading is, hands down, my absolute favorite hobby and my favorite way to waste time. I read to lose all sense of time and place, to dive so completely into a book that all other demands and needs disappear for a while.
I read because it connects me to a younger me, the girl who would go to the library every Saturday and check out 12 books (the limit for the children’s section) and read them all within a week. The girl who didn’t care if her parents grounded her from playing with friends or watching TV, but would throw an all-out hissy fit if they took away her books. I read for that girl who loved nothing more than getting lost in her stories, who loved these fictional worlds more than the real world.
I read because it’s a part of my identity. I am a reader, a bookworm, a bibliophile. I am the girl that people come to for book recommendations, and I can usually find something perfect for that person and their needs. I make the time for reading because it fulfills me and makes me happy. I read because I don’t understand people who don’t read. I read because I love it.
Why do you read?