An escape into reading

    I always feel like I have too much to say. My brain is constantly busy, thinking about the most unimportant topics like when I’ll be able to fit in my meals throughout the day, or the the unrelenting cloud over my head, full of fear for the impending college decision release date. So when it comes to reading, my brain comes to a rest.

When I was younger and got in trouble for hiding books under desks during class to read or sitting on the bathroom floor reading with the water running so my mom thought I was took abnormally long showers, the most frequent question asked to me was “why?” Why did I have this need to read (note the rhyme), as if it were more important than everything else in the world? But to me, reading was not simply an addition to my list of needs as a human, along with water, food, and shelter (though it was a need as well). Reading to me was an escape, from the business of life, reading was there to offer me solace from the world of chaos around me. 

Over the years, as high school often leads to, my love for reading has fallen short. Up until a few months ago, I hadn’t read a single book all the way through besides necessary for school. Whatever the reason may be, this class has been able to lead me down the path which I had always wanted to return to. A pile of books now has a designated spot on my night stand, the photo album on my phone now has pictures of books I want to check out from the library and I’ve finally been able to regain my love for reading. From independent reading time at the beginning of each class, and the genuinely compelling assigned reading novels, I’ve been able to escape back into the world of words, and find pleasure in something I would normally think of a chore.