I read because. . .
Reading Connects Me With Other Readers
I think all book fangirls have experienced it. The awkward/boring conversation that sky rockets with energy once a good book is brought up. How can books do that? Well, here’s my best attempt at explaining it(and excuse the clichè allegory):
Imagine you’ve been on a long journey. During that journey, you’ve watched people grow up, marry, or die. You’ve hurt yourself laughing; you’ve met new friends; you’ve discovered new places. Although it’s not quite the same, that’s how readers feel after finishing a food book.
Now imagine you’ve found another person who went on that journey. That person has experienced all the same things you did. That’s how I feel when I find someone who’s enjoyed the same books as I have.
“Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .'” -C. S. Lewis