My name is Kathy B, and I am a Class A book worm. I love to read fiction. In fact, I love it so much, that one of my ultimate life ambitions is to have my very own mini library within my very own home. I want antique books with yellowed pages and crumbling spines stacked from floor to ceiling, a lifetime of the literature I've spent hours engrossed in organised neatly onto half-wonky shelves that are laden with a little too much dust, and a tiny, half-battered leather armchair, tucked neatly into a book-stack surrounded corner somewhere, so that I can curl up, in my perfect little library, with yet another fantastic book, and forget the hustle-bustle of the world outside.
I am a firm believer that reading is quite something, like a perfect, under-rated kind of magic, that can arouse, transfix, stimulate, and inspire the human mind in ways that are absolutely extraordinary. The power of the written word folks, is phenomenal, and it will never cease to amaze me that fictional books, that beautifully composed stories of things that aren't even real, can become so vivid in one's imagination.
I love to read because of the silence that comes with it; the cosiness of a lazy Sunday morning, the late night chill-out where the world outside your window suddenly becomes stripped of pointless disturbance, chilling on a vast green with a half-eaten packet of scotch eggs, while the gentle breeze upturns the corners of the pages slightly, and the real-life birds seem to tweet in sync with the chapter's scenery. It's escapism at its very finest, and sometimes, there's nothing lovelier than getting away from your own world and living vicariously through someone else, in a place that you may never visit, on a path that you may never take.
I love to read because of the beautiful journey of exploration and insight that accompanies it, the way it teaches me things that I may otherwise have never thought of knowing, the way it opens my mind and heart to new perspectives and ideas, or inspires me to do something wild and wonderful. Naked runs at sunrise, anyone?! If you read a book fully and wholesomely, there is always something to be taken from it, whether it's a hit in a place that you really needed to be shot, a wave of optimism, an outburst of laughter that makes people look at you like you're particularly strange, or an ideology that alters the way you think about a particular life-related concept or experience when closing the cover. It's bloody clever, and it's bloody brilliant.
Finally, I love to read, simply because I'm a lover of language, of words. They're incredible little things, and ultimately, whether you share my passion for them or not, the majority of your entire life is navigated by them. Sometimes, I stumble upon a little piece of treasure; an arrangement of words, tucked away within the pages of an addictive read, that genuinely takes my breath away. Jay zeus and fiddlesticks. It has been known, upon such a fine moment, for me to just gawp in awe at the page with goosebumps teasing my arms, or to think nothing but 'f*ck, I wish I'd written that', before re-reading it 16 times with watery eyes, and absorbing it in all of its glory. Both 'One Day' by David Nicholls, and 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green gave me those beautiful, dorky, invaluable moments. I shall leave you with a couple of paragraphs from 'Looking for Alaska'. The picture at the top of this blog post shows one of them.
'I still think that sometimes, that maybe "the afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe she was just matter, and matter gets recycled.
But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.'
Please appreciate them in all of their glory. Beautiful, huh?! And please keep reading. Your mind will thank you for it.
Why do you love to read? Can you recommend any books that I need to get my hands on?