Everyone reads for a lot of different reasons. Mostly, because we love it. Or because we want to escape the real world, and disappear, even just for a few hours, into a world that isn’t our own. I read for these reasons:
- When I was little, I always got a bed time story. My favourite was the Tale of Tom Kitten and Samuel Whiskers. And I guess I realised I couldn’t always be read to – eventually I’d have to do it on my own
- Both my Mum and my Gran are huge readers. So for me, that was what the girls did. The boys built things, or fixed things, the kids played games, and the girls read. It was part of me becoming a grown up, and fitting in with my family
- I know this sounds a little bit up myself, but I’m smart. My Dad told me when I came home after my second day of school, I read my whole homework book without any mistakes. So they assumed I memorised it, got me another one, and I managed to read most of that too. So it was a way of proving my smartness
- Then we have the obvious reasons. I want to be part of someone else’s world. Not that I don’t like my own, but because they get adventures, and romance, and magic that I don’t get. I want all of that! But with less death…
- I like to stretch my imagination. I like to have to think, and imagine things that aren’t real (and sometimes never will be)
- I want to be a writer, so I love to read as inspiration. If they can do it, why can’t I? And seeing some of the awful stuff that gets published… Well, surely I can do better than that? It also gives me tips of what to do and not to do. And in some cases, people to look up to
So, that’s why I read. Basically, because it makes me happy. I’m sure there are more reasons, but it’d take me forever to list them all.
What about you? Why do you read? When did you start?