Amy's question this week is very simple: why read?!
I have a problem understanding people who don't read. I just don't get why a person wouldn't want to read. It makes me sad, really. Even though most of the time it's just a matter of choice. People in my life choosing not to read. I don't understand that choice. But then again, it works both ways. I'm sure there are people in my life who can't understand, can't even begin to fathom, why I choose to read...so much.
I find so much joy, so much pleasure, so much satisfaction in books. I love the act of reading, of getting lost in a book, of becoming absorbed in a book, of sinking into another time and place, of living other lives in a way.
I can read to find myself, to see myself. (Anything But Typical comes to mind as does The Blue Castle.)
I can read to learn about others. Amy did mention this, but I think it's very true and worth repeating, reading does make you more empathetic. It makes you be "the other" even if it's only for a few hours. You put yourself in someone else's shoes. It can open your eyes, make you more compassionate, make you more aware of the world, of the people around you. It can make you realize that it's not all about you. That the world is so much bigger than you and your problems.
Reading brings with it so much emotion. It can make you sad or happy. Books can bring laughter or tears. A book can make you grin from ear to ear at times.
When you really connect with a person, a character, a story, it stays with you. Books are friends. Because the characters are very real to you.
© Becky Laney of Operation Actually Read Bible