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I was talking to a co-worker the other day about a book I’d read recently, and realized how very, very few people I can do that with. In my daily life, it seems like almost no-one reads anything more than a newspaper or a fashion magazine. I only have one person I can truly chat about books with … and yet, being a Capital-R-Reader, I simply can’t imagine going through life without a book constantly at hand, or shelves of them proudly displayed downstairs. I’m proud of being a person who not only reads, but who reads a lot–not just in volume but in variety. I like having an inquiring mind. I like exploring new ideas. I love following an intricately plotted story (the more layers the better). I love BEING a reader and simply can’t imagine what it’s like to go through life without being one.
Am I the only one who feels this way? That wonders at how other people can simply NOT do something that should be so essential? Who feels almost sad that so many people seem content to go through their lives without stretching their mental wings at all?
Can you imagine NOT being a Reader? How does it shape your life? Your perception of it?
How does being a Reader affect your relationship with all those folks who are looking at it from the other side and simply can’t understand how you can sit and READ all the time?
Yep, it’s a long-winded, philosophical springboard to a ephemeral conversation … go, see what you can make of it!
This is how I feel every day. Well… especially when I wanted to discuss about an awesome book with people around me, yet nobody have even read a page, or even heard of that book, even if it’s on the bestseller list or being made into a novel! How frustrating that can be, hence I feel you.
I was born to read. I can NEVER EVER think I wouldn’t pick up a book other than newspapers and magazines that whole week. If there’s a minute spare, I would read, if I be in a line waiting I would read, if I be idling I read. Hey, technology era here, you could bring your e-books around with you, your smart phones, your iPads, your tabs, your bag. I have a bunch of e-books ready in my Tab. Apps rocks!
I grew up surrounded by people who read, who wants me to read, to continue the reading culture. Then… with some sort of luck, I ended up as a librarian. Surrounded by books, raised by books as per say.
My non-reader friends call it, either I have no life, or just have too much time in my hands because I am able to squeeze reading into my busy schedule. Never the less, I think it’s call time management. Somebody once said to me, “If you have time to read, that means you could manage your time.” Reading also helps me focus. Doesn’t really matter what you read. Novels, or motivation books, as long as you read. I’ve been called alot of things and criticize for reading, and even more for reading alot and buying alot of books, but honestly, I don’t really care anymore. It is my family trait and I tend to keep it and carry it on.