Books are my Valium. If I’m having a bad day, I open up a great novel and escape to a place that doesn’t have piles of laundry, dirty dishes, or runny noses. It doesn’t take long, sometimes just fifteen minutes of being immersed in someone else’s problems (preferably of the adventure-filled variety), and I’m better able to face my own.
There’s nothing quite as delightful as setting your world aside and stepping into another. I love making friends with characters, loathing the villains, trying to guess what’s going to happen next, feeling the anxiety, the fear, the joy, and the accomplishment. Reading is the best vacation, and you never have to pack.
Why do you love to read?