By Leslie Hachtel
I cannot fathom why people would rob themselves of the pleasure of reading a good book.
The usual reason is: I don’t have time. Two things about that are true. One, there are never enough hours in the day and two, we manage to make time for the important things. And I happen to believe that reading is just as vital to life as anything else. Certainly worth fifteen or twenty minutes a day.
I generally read when I go to bed. It takes my mind off the stresses of the day and I can go to sleep thinking about things other than my everyday challenges. I can ‘meet’ and ‘hang out’ with interesting people, go to exotic places, time travel, experience the wonders of the world having never left the cozy cocoon of my bed. I can watch conflict and resolution and hug myself with joy at the happily ever after.
When did we lose the simple pleasure of reading? Of course, I think the answer is technology. As fabulous as it is (and as I write this on my computer, I can certainly appreciate it), we are losing much. We don’t talk to each other anymore. We text, we scroll through our phones, we post on social media. But we are losing the art of conversation. And with information so readily available, we don’t need to take time out for updates, since so much is fed to us in immediate and real time. And that worries me. I miss the “good old days” when we would sit with our friends and actually socialize by talking to each other. And along with that personal loss, many also gave up just reading a book. Sitting quietly with no email, no facebook, no twitter.
Now I’m not saying give up social media or stop playing those games. I’m just advocating there is room for more. And the thing about reading—once you start doing it, I think you’ll find it hard to stop.
As a writer, I have a special interest in readers. But as a reader, I would love everyone to share in the happiness of just reading.