Why I Read

I originally began reading merely to keep myself from boredom. I don’t have any siblings and if my friends were busy, there was nothing else to do. As I got older, I loved it. It allowed me to escape from my regular, tedious, uninteresting life to a place when adventure was common. I could be anything I wanted, anything as long as I could dream it. I’m never afraid in my imagination because there is no one and nothing who can judge me and my ideas there.  I appreciate the difference of books vs. technology. Many people of my generation would say that new, high-tech things are the best entertainment. I disagree. Books will always be better because their nature allows them to go in depth to the human mind and emotions. Movies and other things can never reach that. Books are much more personal. Books are always there to distract you, fill your empty schedule, and they never disappear into cyberspace.  They “ensnare the senses, bottle glory, and (can) even put a stopper in death” (Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Book 1). Books hold all of these things and so much more. I love reading because it opens doors to new knowledge and excitement. Life would be much duller if there were no bedtime stories to put us to sleep and no pondering of the next page when you are forced to put away that twisted romance novel.