Why Do You Read?

Heaven knows you've got other things to do, and some people growl if you "sit around with your nose in a book" (or in modern times "staring at a screen"). My dad, usually a patient man, would get irritated with me when I  (a) brought a book to the dinner table ("But it was at a really good part, Dad!"), (b) failed to get dressed until noon on a weekend because I was reading, or (c) sat upside down in a chair with my legs up the back and the book on my chest. (What can I say? At thirteen, it really was comfy.)

Here are some reasons that reading is an important part of my day, every day.
Reading connects me with other places, other people. I learn from books, even fictional books, about how the world works, how people live, feel, and think.
Reading takes my mind off other things.
Reading helps me relax and get ready to sleep.
Conversely, reading helps me wake up and serves as a step toward action in the morning.
Reading gives me lots to talk about, though I think my friends get tired of me saying, "I read somewhere--"
Reading supplies friends that are different from real-world friends. I know how they react to crisis. I know exactly what they're thinking. And I can close the book if they scare, bore, or irritate me.

Why do you read?


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