It is not just books I love. It’s story. It’s drama. It’s the characters. It’s words that speak wonders. It’s the idea that somewhere someone wrote a story that is exactly how I feel or would like to be.
I read for fun, interest, insight, a good laugh, a cry, in retrospect, in depth, and just because. Books aren’t just words on a page. They inform and help define who I will become. I can learn from the character’s mistakes and understand the world differently from their perspective. I read because I hate how reality binds me to this demanding life. I read to find myself some piece of what I know I can never truly attain.
I don’t just read an author’s work. I laugh at their stupid jokes. I cry with them when times get tough. I understand their point they wish to make to the world. I gush about their beautifully phrased proses. I sit and listen to their ideas. They become my friend.