I am a book person. Books are my ‘thing’. They always have been. As far back as I can recall, I’ve always had at least one book on the go, usually more. I love nothing more than the feel of a new book, the fresh new pages, the clean smell that only books can have.
There’s a certain feeling that comes with picking up a new book that you’ve been waiting for so long to get your hands on. A quiet satisfaction and a feeling of excitement about the world that you’re about to enter, all while sitting in a comfortable chair, or wherever you can grab a few moments to dive into the pages.
I’ve always loved books. My mother started to teach me to read at a very young age. My parents are readers too, which I suppose is where I saw and picked up the habit. From the age of two or three, I would love nothing more than to sit in front of a newspaper, with a pencil in my chubby little hand, and pick out the words that I recognised and understood. My passion for books, and for reading, started then and it hasn’t stopped.
I’ve been called bookworm, and been told I speak like I swallowed a dictionary, but while these things might not be said in the most complimentary of ways, I can’t help but take pride in it. Yes, I am a bookworm, yes I love words, and yes I love to use the words that reading has taught me.
Books can take you to a world that not even films, or television, can take you to. Books make you use your imagination, to visualise characters, their surroundings, how they sound. And the magic of it is, even thought an author can describe all of these things, how one person sees them can be completely different to how another person does. Each person creates their own little world within the world the author has described.
I know so many people who dislike reading, who find it boring, and find it almost a chore to get through a book, who visibly balk at the idea of relaxing and getting lost in a book. I can’t help but feel that they’re missing out on so much. As George R.R. Martin once wrote – ‘A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.’ I try and try to understand why someone wouldn’t enjoy it, but I just can’t.
I’m completely in awe of the work of all authors that I encounter. Even if I don’t enjoy a particular book, I am still amazed by the work, the research, and the love that is given by each of them to their creation. I’ve tried so many times myself to sit down, and write a book. I’ve had so many ideas, so many dreams of stories that I want to tell, but when I try to do it, it just doesn’t happen. Maybe one day it will, but until then, I will continue to be absolutely so grateful to each and every author that spends so much time putting their words to paper in an effort to create something that other people will read, and love as much as they do. Authors are my celebrities – I was starstruck not so long ago because one of my favourite authors ‘liked’ a tweet that I shared!
And so, I am a book person. Books are my thing. The library is my church and I worship all of the words on all of the pages in all of the books on the shelves there. I am, and always will be, a bookworm, and proud.