Reading is a means for me to escape the world, to escape the not so perfect reality we live in. I’ll never forget that fateful day when I was bored to hell and I just happened to find a seven hundred pages books and decided to willingly, for the first time in my life, read a book. I didn’t realize that it would end up being like a saving grace in difficult times.
I’m so very grateful for the ability to read and for the authors who work their butt off to build up a whole entire world just for me to hide in. It may sound cliche, but reading books changed me. I couldn’t be happier to be born in a situation that permits me to read as much as I like. And I hope to one day write a book that will help someone else, in the way the books I read helped and to this day still help me.