Post #1: Why I Read.

R...E... A... D.

Four letters. One word. Yet so much meaning.
Growing up as a little girl with her nose in book every day, yearning to learn new words-- "big words" like: "gregarious," "precocious," and "ubiquitous,"it's funny that one simple, four letter word would come to mean so much to me. Just as simple as the word is, the reason I read is quite simple as well. I read to escape. To imagine. To live in a world--at least for 300 pages--that was bigger and better than my own. I read to clink champagne glasses with Jay Gatsby. I read to cast spells alongside Harry Potter. To adventure the streets of New York with Holden Caulfield. To play games and run away from Boo Radley with Scout.
I'm aware that this is quite cliche. But it's the truth. Authors pen worlds that I aspire to create myself--which is quite cliche in itself. And yet, it is the characters that I admire in books that teach us to appreciate the cliche. That good is better than evil. That love conquers all. That imagining something cliche is better than not imagining at all.