Reminder: You Are Never too Old to Read

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Anne Dillard once said, “she read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” I am a bookaholic, a proclaimed book nerd, a lover of words. Reading was my first love and will always be my greatest love affair. I was reading before I was walking and fell in love with stories – ALL stories. The magic that a book gives, the feelings are indescribable.

Reading should be something we can all enjoy. It doesn’t matter what the age group that the book is meant for, everyone can enjoy it. You are never too old to pick up a children’s book or a young adult novel and find something relatable, to be hit in the feels.

When I first picked up a young adult book after years of reading adult romance or fiction, I realized that there was so much that I could still connect with. Whether it was the heroism of Katniss in the Hunger Games, the love of music within Eleanor & Park, or the words that John Green puts together to make you sit back and say ‘wow.’ These books brought me back to feelings I had growing up and feelings that still continue into adulthood.

This might sound crazy to you but I genuinely don’t think I have picked up a book that I wasn’t meant to read. It was never an accident that I picked up To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han when I did or finding myself lost in the world of All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven. I always found the right books to read at the right time. Reading has given me somewhere to run when I feel alone or when life is too chaotic. The relationship that I have with books is completely honest, they have rarely let me down and they will always be there when I need them.

Reading is one of the first things I do in the morning and before bed (when Netflix doesn’t plagued my being). Reading allows me to focus. It is a reminder that there are many possible paths that life can take, there are many more paths that my life could take. Reading is a solace, a lifeline.

Nothing can compare to the smell of books, the addiction. The progression that you can feel with every turn of the page and the ability to immerse yourself within your imagination and gain knowledge from a world that never existed. The words that flow from page to page brings an adventure that is unlike any other. Your imagination builds up the world, the characters, their voices.

When I read, I know that I am not the only one feeling what I feel.  When I read, I know that someone else understands me. When I read, I know that I am not the only one carrying the burden. When I read, I am not alone.

Reading keeps me going. Reading keeps my heart beating. Reading has brought me excitement, love, honesty, and a comfort unlike any other. I have embraced that not everyone feels the same way I do about books. I know that people will make fun of me for it – they just don’t understand. I am proud to be a bookaholic, a book lover, a book nerd. I don’t think I would be the person I am today without it.

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