It's funny how reading used to be a privilege. All throughout history people would go to great lengths to learn how to read, and a book's value could grow exponentially depending on the number of hands that could access its knowledge. However, just as literacy rates skyrocketed, time for pleasure and gaining information suddenly kept being divided. No longer was the Little House on the Prairie scenario with long wagon rides, and perhaps a family Bible as the only available book. In the current world of endless resources, how easy is it to forget the wealth we have?
I read because I can. I read because I have to. I read pages when I need to break into something real, and I read screens when I need a break from reality. I read because it's worth it.
I don't think I could live in a world where kids think books and libraries fall in line with records and cassette tapes. Things of the past. Old things that old people used to use. I read out loud to share books and by myself to cherish them. Reading is not just a pastime or something from a past time. It's the only way to live.
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