Oh the Joy of Reading

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Joy of ReadingA few days ago, I was frustrated.  I was frustrated that I was so busy that I barely had time to write for NaNoWriMo.  I was frustrated that I had so little time to read.  I was worried that neglecting my reading, and in turn, this blog, would cause me to be apathetic towards reading.  If I only were to push myself, I would read and learn and grow.  Somewhere in that thought, I realized that I could never become disillusioned to reading.

I might not be able to spend every spare hour of my day with a nose in my book, but I have always found time.  For instance, Ally Condie’s Crossed was released ten days ago.  Ten days.  How ridiculous that I am not yet finished, and I even started it the day it was delivered to my Kindle.  But I have only had time to read during my lunch hours at work, and even those are not always available to me.  Sometimes I have lunch with my mother, other times with coworkers, friends, or I must run errands in that hour.  And so my reading gets neglected.

As I opened my Kindle and began to read Crossed the other day (edging towards 60% finished), I realized that I do not care how fast I read.  I do not care how many books I am reading in a month, or if I sometimes take longer to finish one.  I care only that I am reading.  Every day I drive to work, I listen to an audiobook.  A story that will make that 25 minutes in the car to work a little less dull.  When I am not lucky enough to socialize during my lunch, I can sit at my desk and be whisked away to another world where worries cannot touch me.

Have you ever noticed that?  That with a good book you suddenly forget all about the stresses in your life?  For me, books have led me on countless adventures, allowing my imagination to take control, if only for that hour a day.  How sad is life without a book to fill those empty gaps that nothing else could satisfy.

I probably thought more of this because of Crossed.  The sequel to Matched, we are now outside of the Society and its control, but Cassia still marvels in others’ ability to create something beautiful.  The freedom to create has given us the freedom of imagination.  We will not all be best-selling authors.  While some of us may want to be an author some day, we can all delight in the written word.  We can all be affected, moved, and changed because of words someone had the courage to record.

I’ve never known any trouble that an hour’s reading didn’t assuage.  ~Charles de Secondat

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One thought on “Oh the Joy of Reading

    Margaret VanSkiver said:
    November 11, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    You are definitely your mother’s daughter. I, too, live to read, and feel that of the thousands of hours I’ve spent reading in my life, they are all precious and have added depth and meaning to my otherwise mundane existence.

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