As long as I can remember, I’ve loved reading books.
I remember going to story time at the library in town when I was in first or second grade, and the children’s librarian reading us books and singing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” with us. I couldn’t wait to check out craft books and Dr. Seuss ones.
We moved to a new city when I was in third grade, and I recall walking down the path from our house into town to visit the public library and check out books to read for the summer. I’d sprawl out on a blanket in our backyard, and I’d open the pages to Encyclopedia Brown, How to Eat Fried Worms, or something by Judy Blume and read all afternoon.
In middle school, I loved non-fiction and biographies. I’d head to the school library and pick out books about Henry VIII, King Tut, Robert Frost, and other people and subjects I found interesting. High school, my interest turned to mysteries and books by Mary Higgins Clark.
I will read almost any book—young adult, fiction, science fiction, mystery, self-help…all genres end up on my Kindle or my bookshelf. I always have a stack of books to be read sitting on my nightstand, ready for me to open and dive into.
Why do I love books so much? Probably the same reasons you do (if you are a reader and a book-lover). Books are like a good friend. They are there for me to open when I’m bored or feeling lonely and need some company. They offer me an escape from my boring, routine life. They provide me with a “break” from my reality where I can live through a character I’m reading about and follow him/her through adventures I’d most likely never experience. I gain more knowledge from books, learning things I never knew before or hearing words that help me grow personally and professionally.
Books help me better understand other people, other situations, and other lifestyles. Just like movies, I can always find a book to fit whatever mood I’m currently in. I love when a book is so good, I am sad for it to end because I want to read more. I love that I can join my friends and have long conversations about novels at book club. I love that I when walk into a bookstore or a library, it feels like home to me.
There’s nothing like sitting down on the couch with a cup of coffee and a good book—it’s a friend, a hobby and a love that I’ll never outgrow.