I love to read, and I wish more people loved to read too! Sometimes I think that people who don’t like to read just haven’t found a good book yet. A “good book” (according to my judgment) is any book about a topic or story that moves and/or challenges the depths of my heart and mind… AND convicts me to apply its lessons to my life journey….but on a less serious note, I will confess to reading anything that grabs my attention, even if it is only pure entertainment (I really enjoyed “Angels & Demons” by: Dan Brown).
If you’d like to know more about what books I’ve really enjoyed, both fiction and non, just click on one of the links under my “books” drop-down menu. I’ll also try to keep a list going of what I’m currently reading, or have recently read.
One of my favorite authors says “why I read” in much better words:
Literature enlarges our being by admitting us to experiences not our own. They may be beautiful, terrible, awe-inspiring, exhilarating, pathetic, comic, or merely piquant. Literature gives the entrée to them all. Those of us who have been true readers all our life seldom realize the enormous extension of our being that we owe to authors. We realize it best when we talk with an unliterary friend. He may be full of goodness and good sense but he inhabits a tiny world. In it, we should be suffocated. My own eyes are not enough for me. Even the eyes of all humanity are not enough….
In reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in a Greek poem, I see with a thousand eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself: and am never more myself than when I do.”
- “An Experiment in Criticism” pgs. 140-141, C.S Lewis.