This week Booking Through Thursday says the following:
I was talking to a co-worker the other day about a book I’d read recently, and realized how very, very few people I can do that with. In my daily life, it seems like almost no-one reads anything more than a newspaper or a fashion magazine. I only have one person I can truly chat about books with … and yet, being a Capital-R-Reader, I simply can’t imagine going through life without a book constantly at hand, or shelves of them proudly displayed downstairs. I’m proud of being a person who not only reads, but who reads a lot–not just in volume but in variety. I like having an inquiring mind. I like exploring new ideas. I love following an intricately plotted story (the more layers the better). I love BEING a reader and simply can’t imagine what it’s like to go through life without being one.
Am I the only one who feels this way? That wonders at how other people can simply NOT do something that should be so essential? Who feels almost sad that so many people seem content to go through their lives without stretching their mental wings at all?
Can you imagine NOT being a Reader? How does it shape your life? Your perception of it?
How does being a Reader affect your relationship with all those folks who are looking at it from the other side and simply can’t understand how you can sit and READ all the time?
Yep, it’s a long-winded, philosophical springboard to a ephemeral conversation … go, see what you can make of it!
It’s a long question, but I can identify with a lot of it. I don’t have that many people I can really talk with about books and reading, either. I have one friend, who I get together with every Friday morning for coffee, with whom I share similar book tastes. We often share our latest reads. Then there’s my wife and two children, who also love reading, even if our tastes rarely coincide. We all show interest in each other’s latest reads and occasionally swap books. Other than that most of my interaction is with other keen readers online.
I rarely go anywhere without something to read. I get jittery if there’s nothing at hand to read, even if it’s just for a few minutes. So, I always have at least one book in my pocket, and I keep a few, along with my Kobo, in my backpack. Even if I’m going to pick up one of my family members from one of their activities or an appointment, I’ll make sure I have something to read with me. I couldn’t imagine not being a reader, and I have to admit that I find it hard to understand people who don’t enjoy reading.
I can go days without watching TV and, more often than not, the only reason I’ll turn it on is to watch a DVD. I have no idea what the top TV shows are these days and it doesn’t bother me one bit. However, if I couldn’t pick up a book for a few days I would not be very good to be around, but I can’t imagine a scenario where that would even be possible.
Thankfully, I know I’m not alone, because I’ve met many similar people online. But I do have friends and family who don’t share my love of reading and that’s fine as well (even if I don’t understand it!).