Pass me the words, pass me those sentences
Place the books on my varnished escritoire
Worry not if they are “E” or paperback,It doesn’t matter,
I’ll read them all;I’ll savor each tasty word
And internalize each piquant sentence
To make a part of me whole
I will read them once, twice, three times,a thousand times,
Fables, stories, fiction and poems
Biographies, nature and “a thousand splendid suns”
I will read them all, silently or out aloud
For in books that is where I find alive
Magic, mystery, sense and inspiration
Facts figures, and pictorial presentations
in books that’s where i interact with
Places and persons of each and every kind
In books that’s where i discover,
Stuff that make me grow, Stuff that form a part of me.
So, why do I read? I find that a tricky question, because reading (like writing) is second nature to me. It is like waking up in the morning (although you need God’s grace to do that), or like eating. It is something I have to do- daily!
My love affair with books started when I was a young kid, I was always fascinated by books; the stories in them, the mathematical figures, the pictures, it was always like I was in another realm each time I read a different book. I remember this one time I won a 500 shilling voucher and when my parents asked me what I wanted, I told them to buy a book on animals.
I read because I love to. I read to escape to another world, another realm or reality and fiction, where dragons, vampires and werewolves exist. I read purely for pleasure, I read to increase my knowledge, to gain new skills, to be informed, I read and read and read, because reading runs deep in my veins. Thats why I read.
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