How I Became a Reader
I don’t know about you, but me and reading are pretty close right now — this is how it started.
But it’s always been that way, for as long as I can remember.
Being off work for 7 months due to a global pandemic, I’ve managed to re-kindle my relationship and love affair with reading. It’s always been there, simmering in the background, but has at some points in my life, gotten lost, what with three years studying an academically rigorous degree.
I’m now at a point in my life where I can choose what I want to read and when — and I am very lucky enough to be in that position.
Lockdown has made me whizz through books at a speed that has reminded me of my childhood self. I would spend days alone, glued to the pages of Jacqueline Wilson, Philip Pullman, or Michael Morpurgo. Unlike the other kids, I didn’t want to spend time outside, but in the comfort of my book. I guess you could say I was a quiet child, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t think. I thought a lot and still do.
As I get older and more into books, I can’t help but look back at my childhood and wonder where this love affair with reading came from.
It’s something I used to be self-conscious of in my teens but then started to embrace after having an incredible…
