Recently, a friend asked me this — “why do you like to read?” Of course, my first thought was “why not?” But then I got to thinking a little. Why is it that we (or at least some of us) feel compelled to read and enjoy it?
My second thought in response to my friend’s question was that reading makes us think. And, though it sounds simple, I think I might be on to something. I find that often, we’re bombarded by so much…well, stuff. Television. Movies. Video Games. Cell phones. The list goes on and on. It’s so easy in our day-to-day lives to slide through on cruise control and not really think at all about what we’re doing, where we’re going, who we are, who we want to be.
A good book allows us to slow down a little. A good book gives you some serious quality time with your thoughts. And, not only that but, it lets you see into someone else’s thoughts. This is something that I look at as very precious — a little gift, a privilege.
