You could usually find my mother at night sitting on the couch with her tea and a book. She loved to read. She taught me to love to read and as a young child I needed to find something to love.
One of my most favorite parts about reading was that I could take my time. As a kid I didn’t understand things all that quickly so I would have to re read things a lot or repeat questions. It’s hard to feel comfortable doing these things when you feel like your holding others up, but when I started to read for fun I realized I could read as much or as little as I wanted.
I found some kind of bliss in books. A whole new life to see and world to live in. People I could connect with for one reason or another. I would get lost in the world of these people and stay there as long as I could. Here with in these pages it was not my problems in the spot light. I was not the one under the magnifying glass my every move being watched.
I had a place where new worlds and ideas were shown to me and for the first time it was something that I was sucked into that wasn’t harmful to me in anyway. It was helping me grow in more ways than even I realized at the time.
Books have since then been a huge part of my life. I still love reading and getting lost in other places. Although my love for books has remained the same my taste in books has grown. Reading is no longer just an escape for coping tool it is a hobby filled with passion.
” She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” – Annie Dillard