I read to take a mini-vacation in my own living room, to go back in history, forward in time, or to a place I love and had forgotten. I read for pleasure.
I read to discover a new idea—gene therapy for cancer!—or acquire a new skill—how to make mutton stew. I read to learn.
I read for the absolute delight of a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter so perfectly crafted that it floats off the page, straight into my heart. I read for inspiration.
I can’t imagine life without reading. I’m glad I don’t have to.