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I honestly believe that reading books is one of life’s greatest pleasures. I’ve been a voracious reader for as long as I can remember. I live, breathe, love books so much that I literally can feel an ache whenever life’s impediments hinder me from reading.
As much as I love my work writing and editing various articles, reading lifts me higher. I feel extremely humbled and blessed to learn something new and experience a different world from authors — some I explicitly trust and others I’m just starting to enjoy. Books provide me with the courage to explore emotions and issues that I normally shy away from.
To be blunt about it, reading provides me with the most exquisite “mind fuck.” There’s nothing more arousing than a good book that sweeps you off your feet, makes you forget your reality, tugs your heart with the most conflicting emotions and transports you to a different place where you can practically feel every drop of the rain or the gentle wind that caress your face.
Now that I’m older… and, hopefully, a wiser (HAH!), I learn to relish reading for pleasure. I care and yet no longer care about hypes surrounding books or genres. I read what I want to read; regardless if some people find my variety of books eclectic, disturbing or just too damn sappy. I recently realized that there’s no such thing as a bad book. If you dislike what you’ve just read, then it simply wasn’t the story/genre for you. But others may enjoy it. Heck, others may even love it. When it comes to reading, there shouldn’t be any judgment.
As Nora Eprhon wisely said:
“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.”
LOVE and LIGHT to all! X