Reading I feel is something that isn’t quite as appreciated in this day in age. And it really sucks. On Twitter, I can be more like myself. I can also express myself on this blog and I can interact with fellow book lovers like a maniac and they understand. But at school, I can only act crazy with my friends, I could almost say I’m embarrassed when I tell someone I spent my entire holiday break reading. I feel like I have to practically explain myself. But with all the trouble it seems to be giving me, why do I read?
The answer is simple.
I couldn’t live without reading. I wouldn’t be able to detach myself from some of the friendliest people I’ve met on Twitter. And its one of those passions that just grows.
I’m sure if you’re reading this post right now, you’ve experienced this. But I read because it takes me to another place. The thing with reading, is how powerful it makes you feel. I don’t know about you, but Heir of Fire made me feel utterly invincible! Plus, there is the idea of role models. I believe everyone has a role model, why can’t us readers look up to the heroes in books? I’m pretty sure none of us are the heir to the throne of a fallen kingdom, that none of us are part fae or hold a key to the Narrows. But believe it or not, you can learn some pretty awesome aspiring things from these characters.
And that is why I read.
(And don’t even get me started on a girl I knew in junior high who I thought shared my love for reading but apparently didn’t and I found out her dad was paying her…)
Tell me why you read in the comments! 🙂