Why I Love To Read

I love reading. I have always loved to read for as long as I can remember. According to my parents, I was an early reader and taught myself to read. I read everything I could, every genre I came across, both fiction and nonfiction. I bought books from the bookmobile at school, checked out books from the school and public libraries, and, when I was older, saved up any money I earned to buy books from a used bookstore.

I have ADHD, which, for many, makes reading difficult, inattentive, and difficulty focusing on things for very long. However, in my case, my curiosity about virtually any subject made almost anything I read interesting to me, thus motivating me to read.

I liked reading nonfiction, particularly history, biography, science, spirituality, and religion, because I learned new things, expanded my knowledge and awareness of the world and how it worked. In addition, I enjoyed reading fiction, especially “classical” literature, mythology, science fiction, fantasy, and horror. In particular, I liked reading these genres because they expanded my thoughts, gave me new questions to ask, and taught me about people.

Reading a lot and reading well also taught me how to speak and write well. In addition, reading fed my mind with so many nodes of knowledge and understanding that it enabled me to learn new things well as I had plenty of hooks on which to latch new concepts, ideas, and facts.

Some people view reading as an escape; for me, reading was like having a crystal ball to observe other places, times, and cultures. I could enter a magic portal at will to learn new things, meet new people, and encounter ideas I hadn’t yet considered. Rather than being an escape, reading was an opportunity to absorb the world and learn how to interact with people better. All of this is still true for me. That is why I love to read.

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