How Did You Fall in Love with Reading?

Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

~Jeanette Winterson

Today, I read. For hours. And it felt pretty darn good.

I remember the day like it was yesterday.  Well, there are two ocassions. One was when I was about seven or eight. I was living in Paris, France at the time. My dad had some errands to run downtown. I remember coming across a bookstore and  begged for us to go inside.  Once in the bookstore, I came across a book that I couldn’t let go of so my dad purchased it for me. I carried that book with me everywhere. I read that story over and over again. Then one day, I couldn’t find this precious book of mine. I searched everywhere, but never found it. I cried about it and pouted,  but it didn’t bring the book back. I think I’m still a bit sad about losing that book until today. I just never found it again. Then I grew older and didn’t like to read as much anymore. That is, until high school.  I have a cousin who read everywhere.  It was annoying but she always told me that I was missing out. So one day I decided to start reading “for fun” again. And I fell in love with words again. That night,  there was a mouse in the house, so my siblings and I were all scared to leave our rooms. I didn’t want to turn the lights off in my room in fear that the mouse would “get me” (don’t judge me! ), so I stayed up all night and read Hand Me – Down Heartache by TJ Butler. It didn’t matter that I had school the next morning.  I was lost in a new world.  That day marks the moment I fell in love with reading again.

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2015 has been by far, my worst reading year. I think I have completed less than five books in five months.  I used to be able to read a new book at least every week. That was before social media and Netflix and babies though.

Reading is my escape from it all. I just wish I could make more time for it like I used to. I suppose my goal this summer is to make more time for it. I miss reading.

There is something about reading that takes you into another world. That feeling when you’re so lost in a book and can’t seem to stop flipping the pages. That feeling you get when you finish a book but the characters are still with you.

All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes — characters even — caught in the fibres of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you.

~Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

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I read to unwind, relax, and escape.  Hopefully, I will make more time for it going forward.

What about you? How did you fall in love with reading?

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  1. Great article. I have no recollection of how I fell in love with reading, and I have enjoyed reading since Grade 1, when I could read. I could easily read a 400 – 600 page book within 2 days or less. Today, I am fighting for time to read a good book, and like you, I feel like I am neglecting my passion for reading. And due to limited time, it takes me a month or two to complete a 400 page book.
    Life is good, but so are books.
    Thanks for your post!

    1. Thank you for reading! Like you, it now takes me a lifetime to complete a book, but this week had been a good one! And I like that: “Life is good, but so are books.”

  2. I don’t remember when I fell in love with reading. But, my parents do tell me stories of when I used to drag around a bag of tiny books for them to read to me every day. What I do remember is how books helped me through each and every difficult time of my life. They would lift me out and deliver me peace. Books are my friends for life.

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