A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. -William Styron, novelist (1925-2006)
Sometimes I truly wonder if there is anything better than a day of reading. I’m certain about 90% of the population of the world would, without a nanosecond’s hesitation, scoff and say, “Uh… YES!” and even be able to follow it up with a rapid fire list of “day of”s they *think* are better than a day of reading. They obviously just haven’t experienced that perfect reading day.
When you give someone a book, you don’t give him just paper, ink, and glue. You give him the possibility of a whole new life.
But really, to explain the rapture of reading to a non-reader generally leads to blank stares and shrugs.
To explain it to another avid reader is entirely unnecessary.
What else is there to say?
“To read fast is as bad as to eat in a hurry.” –Vilhelm Ekelund, poet (1880-1949)
When I was little, my mom would have to drag me out of my bedroom and away from my books everyday for my afterschool snack.
I eagerly anticipated our weekly library period to hear Mrs. Raham read to us and to sign out books. I loved and kicked butt in the Reading Olympics each year fighting for the top of the list with Rhys Albrecht and Jenny. I was dumbfounded when Mrs. Stead wouldn’t let me sign out out Nancy Drew novels in Grade 4 because they were meant for the older grades. I get it now – but then? I could read them, I read them at home, why was I being denied!!
My voracious appetite for books, stories, words, has not abated in the least as I’ve grown into an adult. I read every single night even if it’s only a paragraph. Now that I’ve been introduced to it, I clear space on my bookshelf upon the arrival of the annual CBC book sale, and one day aspire to have a full wall of built-in bookshelves.