I love to read.
I love to read just about anything really.
When I don’t read I feel like I am lost.
A ship set adrift on an ocean of silence.
I can get lost in a book.
Yes a real, honest to God book with paper pages.
I do read on the computer, the kindle, my smarter-than-me phone and iPad.
I still enjoy the newspaper and magazines.
But a book is what can calm me.
Can make me loose myself for hours. Days.
I get so caught up in them I feel as though I am a part of another world.
I find my moods sometimes run the course of the characters while I am reading.
So reading something soul scathing or “horrifying” can twist my mind.
My train of thought never strays far from the pages I am reading and I find myself talking and thinking in the manner of the characters I absorb.
No I don’t get all psycho crazed serial killer, motherless, faithful, happy human on people… like I said I read a bit of everything!
But I can’t help but wonder how they would think, talk or react in situations or conversations I am in.
It’s like they become real.
Maybe it’s because I started reading at such a young age.
My imagination took me to magical places. Dark places. Places most of my friends didn’t visit mostly due to the things I learned in the books I read.
I read The World Book Encyclopedias and others of the same genre because I had access to them.
Before the internet I remember sneaking into the adult section in the library.
Not to read the love stories or the erotica, though I did read those, but to real the real life stories they didn’t necessarily allow in the kids section.
It’s like they wanted to hide us from the realities of life.
I remember reading Amityville Horror when I was around 12. I had to hide it because I would have bad dreams and it was definitely not something this 12 year old girl needed to be reading with my vivid imagination! I remember I would jump when the house would creak. I was a rebel hiding my books so I wouldn’t get in trouble!
It was close to the time when the original “Poltergeist” movie came out. Yeah, I totally freaked myself out! Between that and Cujo I was definitely on my way to loving horror movies and books were something I could do anytime and almost anyplace.
I learned to read in the car to tune out my brother.
When I got in trouble and had to go to my room I read.
Can’t watch TV? Read a book.
I can actually say I read more than I watch TV.
I went years without cable only watching the occasional movie and TV at friend’s homes. This was when I was an adult!
I also have no choice but to finish a book. I can’t not finish. Maybe it’s my OCD or maybe it’s because I started it and I have to finish it. Even when it’s horrible writing and painful to get through I have to finish.
When I read I learn. I look up things that I don’t understand and still have a dictionary, not dictionary.com, to look up words if I am unsure of the meaning.
Some call me odd and that’s ok.
I would rather read than talk to people some days!
I urge you to read something.
An article, a book, whether printed on paper or electronic reading just read!
In enriches your world!
Have a fabulously graceless day!