Could you imagine how different your life would be without books?
One day at work last week, a colleague had a quick squizz at my blog (for work purposes, of course). When she saw the header photograph of my bookshelf (just one shelf), she made the offhand comment that she didn’t have a single book in her home. Then she added that she didn’t think she’d read a book since high school.
I think I looked something like this:
Her comment made me wonder – what would my life be like if I didn’t read?
It’s hard to imagine, because reading is such an integral part of who I am. For the first ten years of my life, I was an only child in a family that lived ten minutes outside the closest country town. But I was never lonely, because I had the Famous Five, the Secret Seven and – I’ll admit it – the Babysitters’ Club to keep me company.
Now, as a ‘grown up’, I read for a multitude of reasons. To unwind, to reflect, to be challenged, to be entertained, or to be transported to another time, place or world.
I read almost 30 books last year alone. If we estimate that it takes around 12 hours to read a book (note: total stab in the dark), that means I spent 360 hours last year reading.
What would I have done with that time if I didn’t have my head stuck in a book? I might’ve kept the house more tidy, exercised more, or – most probably – watched more TV. But I’m glad I’ll never have to find out, because I love my reading time. There are few things I enjoy more than curling up in bed with a cup of tea and a good book.
What about you? Is reading a big part of your life? If you could no longer read, what kind of hole would that leave? How would you fill that time instead?