I am a reader. I love books and being surrounded by books. One day I want to have a room that I can dedicate to my books; a home library, one with comfy chairs and good lighting to read by. I love perusing the bookshelves of my local bookshops, seeing what new books they have, whether they have different editions of a book I already own. I do the same in charity shops. I have so many different copies of the Harry Potter books because I’ve seen them in charity shops or second-hand bookshops and I’ve just had to pick them up.
I’ve never not been surrounded by books. I can always remember Christmas’ as a child where my parents would often get me books, ones I already wanted and ones I’d never even heard of. I remember one year having a pile of books for Christmas and it’s probably the best gift I received. I only had one bookcase at the time and I struggled to fit them all on the shelves, but double banking/stacking books saved my room from being overrun. I now have two bookcases and I still have no room for any books! I can’t wait to have more space to fill with books – hopefully some day soon (preferably a whole room).
I’ve always been a reader. I can’t remember a time where I haven’t been one. I think my parents had a massive role to play in that; they always read to my brother and I before bed, and I can’t count the amount of books they got for me growing up. I remember dad reading us Harry Potter before bed every night, all of us enthralled by the story. I remember my mum and I talking about which books we’d read, which ones we’d recommend. I can’t remember a time where I haven’t been around books. I don’t think I’d ever want to either. I enjoy nothing more than sitting at home, wrapped up in a blanket, reading. I always have done.
In my 22 years I can’t think of a single time where reading has not been a huge part of life. Of course, I’ve had periods where I’ve not read a lot, for example in first year of uni. I was too busy meeting new people, finding my way around a new town, settling in to uni life, and getting used to one of the biggest changes in my life. Even then when I had less time to read I still had a shelf full of books in my tiny room. I couldn’t move four hours away from home and not take some books with me, now could I? Even when I couldn’t dedicate much time to it, I still never lost my love for reading.
Reading has, and always will be, a major part of my life. It’s a constant in my life, I can’t think of any time where it hasn’t helped me in some way. If I ever had a rubbish day in uni, I’d come home and pick up a book (usually Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban) and everything would be better. Harry Potter is one of those series’ that I can go back to time and time again and not get bored of. I know that I can pick up any book in the series and just read. In a reading slump? I can fix that with a Potter book. Need a quick read? I know I can pick up one of the early Potter books and read that in next to no time. My Harry Potter shelf is overflowing. I collect any new edition I see of those books; illustrated, hardback, paperback, a cover I’ve never seen before, I’ve even been tempted to pick up editions in other languages! My collection is always growing (I’m planning on writing a post on this later on, so keep an eye out)!
I read for enjoyment. I read to escape to fantastical worlds, to explore fictional lands, to go on an adventure, to meet extraordinary characters. I read because I love it – always have, always will. There are so many different ways one can read, and I enjoy them all. Whether I read a brand-new hardback that I’ve pre-ordered, a battered paperback that I’ve picked up secondhand, an ebook of a book I’ve been meaning to read for a while, or an audiobook of an old favourite.
Reading is, and always will be, a massive part of my life. It is something that has been a constant throughout my life, no matter what form it comes in, and it’s something that I will always cherish and enjoy. I love it.
“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.” – Anna Quindlen
What memories do you have of reading? Why do you enjoy reading? Let me know!