Why I Don’t Read
I don’t read to learn new words; that is just a very serendipitous corollary.
I don’t read because I have free time— quite the opposite, actually.
I don’t read to “get some reading done” because that sounds like a perfunctory chore that just needs to be finished and forgotten.
I don’t read to escape my reality; printed words are just as real as anything else.
I don’t read thinking that the book will never end; every time I pick up a book I can feel that hard-bound back cover in my hand, the physical deadline between the last words and the rest of the world.
I don’t read because books take me away to new and far-off places and thoughts;
I read because— no matter how far away they take me— they always promise to bring me back.