There’s something magical about opening a new book and reading that first page. It’s a feeling of expectancy I can never get over. If I am honest, I rush to the end of some books in order to start the whole process all over again. I just can’t stop myself from reading and reading often because there are so many stories, so many people I haven’t heard from and haven’t experienced yet.
I know this isn’t the same for everyone because somewhere along the way someone told them they were a slow reader or a bad reader, but it doesn’t mean that one day they might encounter that one book, that one character, that one story that will change that forever.
That’s what I have to keep reading.