“Readers Live A Thousand Lives.”
-George R.R. Martin
I have seen this quote appearing in front of me a lot lately. This quote has got me pondering over why I read. There are a lot of reasons, really, but one of them is quite simple: I get to live another life that I will probably not live in the real world.
I probably won’t be able to join a circus and become an aerialist in my lifetime. I probably won’t be able to send letters to a parallel universe during my life here in this world. I probably won’t be able to go on an adventure of epic proportions with a ghost and a boy absolutely smitten with me anytime soon. And I probably won’t find myself being chased by a crazy guy in the desert.
But if I read a book I will be able to, in a way, do all those things in a fictional world inside my mind. I could go on all those great adventures, awhile sitting in my special reading place, and then go home in time for dinner. That is one of the reasons why reading is such a fantastic thing and why storytellers are fantastic people.
By now, I have probably lived over a hundred lives and learned over a thousand things awhile living them. By reading these books, experiencing all those lives, I think I am becoming a better person, a person who will be able to understand other people (even if it is only a little bit), a person who knows that adventures lie in words and the real world.
If someone tells me I should be doing something better than reading, I will ignore what they said and thrust a book in their hands, knowing that they will experience a life if they read it.
I will end this kind-of-messy post by thanking all those amazing authors who have made those hundreds of lives I lived possible. Thank you, for making living a thousand lives possible. Thank you so much!