Many people wonder why I read so many books. It is a peculiar habit. I’ve actually turned down sex once because I was reading. (I said “once” so wipe that smirk off your face.) The answer is simple enough because it’s rooted in an experience that’s universal for anyone who’s read even a handful of books. You’re sitting there just humming along with no idea that you’re life is about to change forever when WHAM the damn author says the very thing you’ve been wanting to say but couldn’t quite express, couldn’t quite form your lips into the correct shape to utter those sacred words, and now she’s given you the very thing you’ve been searching for. It’s the moment when the author gives you new language – language that helps make sense of your experience.
Language matters. Give a person a new vocabulary and you’ve literally given them the tools to process and articulate their experience at a whole new level. We all have feelings and intuitions about the world but it’s not until we receive language that we’re able to clarify and articulate exactly what “it” is we’ve been grasping for.
Summer is here. It’s the time that our culture ever-so-slightly taps the breaks and we all have just a bit more time for ourselves.
Read a book. Heck read 20 books.