“The man who does not read has no advantage over a man who cannot read.”
– Mark Twain
That moment when you open a book and lose yourself in it… the smell of the pages of the old books… that woody, smoky, earthy smell… what’s there not to love about them?
Reading gives us an opportunity to escape the reality. Like the time when I was reading the Divergent series, I became way too attached with it. By the time I was reading Allegiant (The last book of the series), I started detesting Caleb Prior for betraying her sister like that, fell in love with Tobias Eaton (also known as Four)… I became so attached to Tris Prior that I actually cried when she died in the end of the book. And even more so when Tobias realizes that Tris, the love of his life is not alive anymore.
My condition at that time was this-
For me, it was Allegiant which made me cry so much. For days, I remained aloof from everyone… it was terrible. Since then, I hate tragedies. I hate them more than anything.
I read the Harry Potter series almost a year ago and I still haven’t gotten over Severus Snape and Cedric Diggory’s death. Nor have I gotten over Tris Prior’s death.
I’ve read Twilight series, Harry Potter series, Divergent series, Pride and Prejudice, The Three Musketeers, The Merchant Of Venice, The Mortal Instruments series and currently, I’m reading The Hunger Games series. I’m in the chapter 8 of the first book and so far, I admire Suzanne Collins’ work.
For me, reading is as important as breathing. No matter what’s going on in my life, how much I want to scream and run away, reading always calms me. There are times when the world scares me, when I feel so alone that I could die and no one would care… During these times, i want to run away, somewhere where no one can find me and I do run away, to my books. Reading is like a savior to me.