Reading books has always been a love of mine from a very early age. I remember bi-monthly trips to the library where I would grab any and all books I could get my grubby little paws on. I remember in the 4th grade getting in trouble constantly because I would be reading Nancy Drew books instead of doing my math or reading social studies along with the class. Hahaha my teacher always had such mixed feelings because she was happy and proud that I so loved to read but she had to chastise me since I wasn't working on what I was supposed to. When I was in 5th and 6th grade I had graduated to not just young adult novels but adult novels themselves. I had read all of the V.C. Andrews books before I entered the 6th grade. I would devour books whole. I would forgo sleep just to read. Back then I must have read 1-2 books a day! Trips to the bookstore had me carrying out backbreaking bags bursting with books and my poor mother (who never could say no to my book addiction) with a much lighter wallet trailing behind. OH and forget about when it came time for Scholastic book orders. "I'll take one of each please!". Book fairs were things of marvel with table after table piled high with books. Books simply put were my best friend
Now that I am older with kids and a part time job I don't have the time to read that I once had. I have to sneak in reading when I can. One of the reasons that I started this blog was because last year I had the horror of realizing that I had read maybe at most 3 books that year. This from the kid who would devour 7-14 books a week. I felt horrified and ashamed. Where had I gone wrong? Why had I abandoned something I loved and hold so dear?
Something in the past 5 years has changed for me. Perhaps it has been becoming a mother or marrying the man who, I guess if you believe in it, is my soul mate. I no longer think of suicide as an option. I haven't cut or hurt myself in so long that I can't even remember the last time. Oh sure I still suffer from bouts of depression but I battle my way through it. But during this time I've lost my books. Those best friends of mine who helped me through the worst years of my life. I think it is because I no longer need the distant worlds to survive. Now I can truly read just for the pleasure of reading. Not read to escape the pain of what is happening. Now don't get me wrong there is still a lot of pain in my life but I've learned not to try to escape it because eventually it consumes a person.