My relationship with reading: World Book Day



Hey you, welcome back!

Wow, it’s cold as heck outside today! -4 degrees it’s been most of the day. Had a bit of a fiasco this morning trying to get to work. I was meant to be working in London today; it took me an hour just to get to the station and when I eventually arrived, my train line was suspended! Luckily, I have two offices which meant I could drive to the other one instead and that’s where I’ve been today. Anywho, I hope you have had a good day and stayed safe from the crazy snow storms (in UK and Ireland this is like panic stations).

Today was a day which is actually very special to me and close to my heart. World Book Day. For those who may not be aware, world book day is a celebration of books, ofc, but also of the power of reading. Words give us so much. Knowledge, power, entertainment and a safe place to fall when everything gets a bit much.

Reading has really been a therapy for me, my entire life. From a very young age, I have loved reading. My parents would always find me tucked up in some little corner of the house reading and to this day, Joey now finds me in some little corner of the house reading.
It has always just been such a comfort.
When I was much younger, I used to get extremely homesick, to the point of actually making myself sick from crying so much. I would miss my parents and my home terribly, even if it was for only a night. I found that the only thing to take my mind off my sorrow was to read. It has never left me.

As an adult, I still suffer from homesickness and find sleeping away from home and going on holiday incredibly challenging. I am beginning to overcome it somewhat, but it’s a bit of an uphill battle. However, in the last 5 or 6 years, my homesickness grew into an anxiety disorder which, although I’ve always had, has gotten far worse since moving away to uni in 2012.

I now use reading to help me to cope with my anxiety. If I’m on the train or a bus and I get panicky, I read in order to take my mind somewhere other than the situation which is causing my upset. It works like nothing else. Better than TV, better than physical activity, it just works.

Not only do I use it as a tool, I also just LOVE reading. I love how someones words can be formed into something magical. Of course we all speak all the time, but the ability to craft your words into an adventure or a drama or a tragedy or a triumph just BLOWS MY MIND. I just think reading and writing are the best tools we have as humans.

I think world book day is something really wonderful and despite my new found love for my kindle, nothing will ever really replace holding a good book in your hand and breathing in the smell of the pages (its not just me, right?) and disappearing into someone else’s fantasy. I hope when all of the little children I going into school dressed up as their favourite book character, that they never fall out of love with reading and the power of books.




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