I love reading. I love it, I think, like few people do. I love getting a new book at the library or at a bookstore, or seeing a package of books I ordered online waiting on my doorstep. I love stories. I love words. I love reading.
When I talk about reading, I know my face changes. The evidence of my passion for reading is written there amidst the laugh lines and crows feet and freckles. I start talking about old favorites, new books on my radar, writers I love and my face lights up, my voice rises, my smile widens. When I talk about reading, I talk about love.
I love meeting these people who aren’t real… but seem more real than people I know.
I love being challenged by the little truths revealed in dialogue, actions, and epiphanies.
I love that I carry these stories with me everywhere, long after the last page is turned. Many times I can’t tell you the important points from a nonfiction book I’ve read, but once I read a story, I can usually still tell you what happened years later.
I love that I learn more about myself by spending time with the characters.
I love that I get to vicariously live through them as long as I’m reading their story. Their travels, their adventures, their loves all become mine, for a time.
I love when I come across a line so beautifully written that I have to re-read it, then underline it, or jot it in my journal.
I love that stories allow me to delve into themes that otherwise might be too heavy for me to handle if encountered in another context– redemption, transformation, forgiveness, hope, infidelity, loss.
I love looking over the list of books I’ve read, a moment of reconnection with old friends. Likewise, I love seeing covers of my “old friends” on bookshelves in stores or libraries, winking at me because we share the secret of what waits inside.
I love reading– I can’t imagine not loving reading. I’m grateful every day to the writers who listen to their calling to write stories. Stories that change me. Stories that change you. Stories that change us.
Question: what do you love about reading?
Marybeth reads– and lives– in North Carolina. She was fortunate to marry a man who loves reading like she does. Slowly but surely, they’re raising their six kids to be readers too– whether they like it or not.