There are two groups of people: bibliophiles and those that read a book a year if they’re lucky. There are many levels of bookworms, from the collector to the packrat to the obsessive, and I’m not sure where I fall. I do, however, read every day. Sometimes I finish a book in one sitting, sometimes I just get a few pages in. I usually have several books going at a time–one for the home ‘library’, one for the car, and one for when I’m tired of TV. But I read. I read a lot.
Awhile ago I was asked to provide, in writing, why I was one of the ones that read instead of one of the ones that chose not to lose themselves in the written word. Here is my response (and I’ve not got the faintest idea where the last bit of it came from!):