If you are a literature lover like me, you would have been subjected to this question many times before. Yet, I can never quite fully explain exactly why I love to read so much, as it seems that I can’t put into words the enjoyment I get from reading a really good book.
I love books, the smell of books, bookstores and libraries. Most of all, I enjoy escaping into the magical world of fiction. When I read, I become the main character and for all the while that I am reading the novel, I escape from the real world, from everything around me – problems, work and especially stress. Reading is my escapism.
“Page after page I let the spell of the story and it’s world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page” (excerpt from ‘The Shadow of the Wind’ by Carlos Ruiz Zafon)
Nothing is more enjoyable to me that sitting with my nose in a book on a cold winter’s day with a steaming cup of coffee and the rain pouring outside my window. Winter time is when I read the most, but whenever I need to escape regardless of the weather I would pick up a good book.
As a friend of mine once said “People who read too much, live in a fantasy world. They are out of touch with reality… socially disabled”. That is the biggest load of nonsense I have ever heard in my life. Unless you spend all your free time reading and have no social skills or friends, it might be slightly believable. I disagree…
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