Why I Read

When I was younger, I read because no one wanted to talk to me about the things I wanted to know about. I read because there was no place in the real world for a freak like me, but through books I learned the world is filled with a lot of people even more freaky. Roald Dahl, anyone?

I used to read to avoid homework, get turned on, and find out about sex. Now I read to avoid doing housework. The quietest place is in your own head if you can just get yourself to shut up.

I read because the world is going to hell in a handbasket and the only thing that keeps my spirits up is fluffy pink bunnies.

I read to my daughter so she doesn't become a TV zombie. If the book has pictures, when reading aloud, I sometimes change the words if I feel like it. With all re-spek to Richard Scarry, sometimes I tell Lucy that Huckle Cat has pooped his pants. Mr. Frumble comes to the door so early because he's selling Amway and he needs to reach the "Emerald" level if he's ever gonna succeed with pyramid schemes. He chases his hat so fervently because he keeps his weed in there. And for god's sake, Lowly Worm is a mooch.

I read to go back in time and feel what it's like to live in old San Francisco. It's great because with words in books, there's no nineteenth century stench. I read to help me get to sleep at night, and also while I drink coffee and eat toast. I read cuz reading is living, and the living's good.

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