“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.”
– George R.R. Martin, “A Dance with Dragons
Reading. A word so simple, yet with so many backstories. To some, the term excites, to others, it bores. I consider myself lucky to be one of the ever lessening population of avid and enthusiastic readers. Reading is more than a thing to do when bored, or when asked to by a teacher. It is a mental enhancer, a workout for the brain. Now a days, most people choose the alternatives to reading books, watching television and browsing the Internet. If you have read my previous posts, it is obvious that I definitely know my way around a computer and television set. However, TV shows and movies simply do not have the capability to bring even a fraction of the amount of joy that a book can bring to a person. It is a very rare occasion to hear someone say, “The movie was so much better than the book.” As Charles William Eliot said, “Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
I do own a Kindle, but there are few things in this world that can get my heart to race with anticipation than when I open a brand new book. The fresh smell of paper and ink, the crackling of an unopened binding, the rustle of pages turning. The physical and mental experience of reading a new book is, in short, absolutely thrilling. Not only does it expand your views on life, it takes you to new places and on impossible adventures.