Some people read because they were taught to, and it runs within their families. Other people read as an escape from whatever is going on in their lives. And others read simply because they want to be taken on an adventure every time they open a book.
But, I know I’m missing reasons, and I can’t wait to hear why it is that you have all fallen so deeply and passionately in love with books.
Here’s my story. My dad is a reader, but my mother, next to never. For a while, my brother was CONSTANTLY with his nose in a book, but once he got super busy at work in the city, that stopped. My father has always been one for mysteries and suspense books. Is it making sense yet?
One of his favorites?
James Patterson was my first love, but years later I realized what I was missing. There are so many DIFFERENT adventures I could go on. Simple ones, complex ones, different worlds to enter, different genres [thanks, Alexa] to explore.
So, needless to say, my dad started me on reading, but I kept myself reading. I do it because while many like movies, I really do not. Books are my love, and they are what I feel comfortable with. I suppose, you can say…
Books are my comfort food.
So, please, chime on in and let me know why it is you read. I know you are all going to have wonderful and different answers to this, and I truly am anticipating each and every one!