"Why do you read?"
This blog post is solely dedicated to the above frequently asked question.
As an only child, with both parents working, I had to find a way to fly through time. And so, at the age of 8, I was introduced to Alice and her wonderland. I can still recall sitting on the bed and devouring each page of the book. Oh, those characters and the sheer brilliance of the book. The ending was something my eight years old self never saw coming and she was pleasantly surprised with whatever happened. If it weren't for Alice I would think I am the only one mad here.
Yes, that was the first novel I read and since then reading became the major part of my life. Growing up I was met with Jane Austen's strong women characters and Shakespeare's characters fighting for their eternal love. Stephenie Meyer made me realise that love is the best part of any story while J.K Rowling showed me the lights even in the darkest of times. Sophie Kinsella made me laugh when I couldn't think of laughing and Richelle Mead told me that family isn't just about blood. Cassandra Clare opened the door for me to the shadow world and John Green told me that endings aren't always perfect but their purpose is what counts.
These authors and their characters made me realise that I am not alone and that reality isn't so petrifying if one can breathe magic into mundane.
And as Tessa said, "One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
The alphabets joined together aren't just words or sentences to me. They help me survive the inferno on Earth. (Not a hyperbole)
If I pen down all the reasons why I read then this post will not see an end so, I will just end it with a quote from Alice In Wonderland,
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.” And ever since I have been fighting reality.
