On vacation a few weeks ago, I heard someone saying that he hadn’t read a book in over twenty years. Not since he’d been forced to in high school. And, he sounded proud of it, like it was really something to brag about. The people with him laughed, started talking about the last time they’d read a book and I think collectively it was more than a hundred years. They excused it by saying they went to the movies instead.
OK, I like movies. My husband and I go to our fair share of them and as often as we go they’re still a treat. But I read. I never go anywhere without my Kindle of the off-chance I might find five or ten empty minutes. I always fill those minutes. And one of the things I most love doing is reading the book and seeing the movie. In prep for the movie I want to see at Christmas, I just went back and re-read Thurber’s short story The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, and was reminded just how much I enjoyed it the first time I read it maybe thirty years ago. So maybe the short story doesn’t count as a book, but the point is, I read it, unlike those people I overheard who haven’t cracked a spine since high school.
My question is, how do people not read? It’s a concept I really don’t get because there’s never been a time in my life that I haven’t read. My mother read to me when I was a baby. Then I started out reading those little Golden Books when I was four or five, and I’ve never stopped. Don’t want to. I’ll admit, I don’t have as much time to read now as I used to. It’s been a good long while since I’ve had time to sit down and read a whole book in a day. But my “to be read” pile amassed in my Kindle is long, and that’s not to mention all the books I have on my shelf, just waiting to be opened.
So why do I read? It’s simple. I love to escape into another world. Or be challenged. Or get involved in a situation outside my own. I read classics (still love Dickens) and I read modern novels. I read travel guides and dictionaries – I collect dictionaries. I’m fascinated by medical textbooks and lately, because my reading time is limited, I’ve been reading a lot of anthologies.
The guy who was bragging about not reading, though – I kind of feel sorry for him because he truly doesn’t know what he’d missing. And it’s not like he even has to pick up a book anymore. Audio books are great. Great Christmas gifts, actually. In fact, if I’d asked his name, I might have sent him an audio book just so he could see how wrong he is.
Tell me, how would your like be without book? What does a good book mean to you?
Looking for a Christmas gift, by the way? My secretary wants a Kindle. I want a second Kindle so I can keep one in my house and have a spare in my car. And books…the best gift ever! So I’m wishing you a very Merry Christmas, a few new books for Christmas and a happy New Year with a year’s worth of new reading adventures.
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As always, wishing you health and happiness!