I wrote this when I was 16 as part of a Hastings summer reading contest. In 200 words or less, I had to explain what reading meant to me.
Means to Me? Reading
I’ve been to
and to another planet in another galaxy. I’ve been a goddess, a witch, and a
frightened child. Books are tickets to another’s world. An author’s words are the
paths you must follow. It is on these paths we find unimaginable truths in
these imaginary worlds. Truths that reality is too shy to share. Even our basic
morals are taught to us through story books in the form of evil witches and
handsome princes. Venice, Italy Reading
is what prepares us to face the subtle, yet brutal realities of our world. Reading is also what
allows us to escape from these brutal realties.
I live among a generation where imagination has become “unnecessary”. Technology has caused us to have no need to pretend.
keeps imaginations alive which is crucial because imagination is the only
material we have to build our dreams. Authors are dreamers and their words are
the frozen essences of our thoughts and feelings. It is essential for us to
open as many ink and paper imaginations as possible. It is not essential for
survival but essential to making survival worth wild. Reading makes dreams come true and
imaginations run free. I read. I dream.