On the way to the recycling bin in our house I found myself reading the sports pages of the newspaper; an article all about ‘Match of the Day’. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m not interested in football or indeed the world around me at large. It’s just that I surprised even myself, did I really want to read this article?
Well, yes, why not? I’ve always read everything I could get my hands on, the back of a cereal packet is the classic example (and I do!).
I’ve realised I may sit in a room by myself but I am never alone when I have a book with me. Yes, there are the characters but there’s more, so much more.
When I read I am part of a world. One of so many people on this planet who share a love of reading.
I only have to think of Bookshops and Libraries to know there are so many others out there who love books too.
Then there’s the times we share a book; the magic of reading out loud to a little one on your knee or a class full of children eager to know what happens next.
The memories created when listening to audiobooks in the car, laughing and recalling the story together years later (Horrid Henry and the injection scene springs to mind!).
Of course there is also the joy when a book is adapted to TV or film and the discussions thereafter.
Then there’s my favourite; recommending a book to someone and they love it too.
It’s a world of books, let’s hope it stays that way.