I'm always caught off guard when I find a version of my childhood self tucked away in the schools I work in. She's quiet, a good student (well, she's still a good student in elementary school anyway) and she reads a lot. A LOT. She reads so much that if reading weren't so pushed by adults upon kids who don't read even a fraction as much as she does, if books were not so socially acceptable, someone might worry over the way she uses books. Uses books to hide and run. She uses books to escape.
(Deleted a ton of words here about my own childhood)
Once I learned to read with the fluency and comprehension skills necessary to float away and get truly good and lost in a book, I was gone. Books have always been my getaway car. Throughout my life there has been no other activity I have found that allows me to exit completely from this world, this life, this bad relationship, this crappy job, this overwhelming financial pit. Books have always been my eject button.
They are, quite simply, my drug of choice.
Do you read? Too much?
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