On the Joys of Reading

Reading; I’ve been an avid reader for most of my life, and I hope to keep it that way for the forseeable future should life allow me that luxury.

I don’t think it was like this always. I remember (when I was very young) that I liked to play in the sun than stare at a book for hours on end, just didn’t get it why should one flip thorugh the pages of a book when once could perfectly go outside and play among trees with siblings (I did play a lot among trees when I was very young).

What made me start reading was for my thirst (yes, thirst!) for stories since as far as I remember. I always wanted to hear stories. When I’ve exhausted all grown-ups I could find in the house, and I still wanted to read, I saw my sister being perfectly content: book in her hands, eyes gazing intently on the little black letters that ran through the white pages. And grown-ups said to me, “If you want more stories, you can read a book, for I have been telling you stories for hours now and I’ve got some work to do around the house” (it was always some version of it).

I still Ever since I’ve been told stories starting at childhood, I’ve been