I love to read. I have loved reading since I was 9 and could ride my bike to the library downtown three times a week during summer break. Throughout my 41 years since, I have read thousands of books and there are a few that have become my favorite. The favorites are books I have read multiple times because when I read them, they calm me, make me happy or feel safe. Through breakups, bad times as a teen, whatever the case may have been, this beloved group of books has seen me through tough times.
When I became a mother, I didn’t have the need to run to those comfort books as often, and they became the “books to read when you don’t have a new book”. When my oldest, Kait was in second grade, that now famous boy wizard entered the literary scene. Kait and I read the books together. We would go to the midnight book reveals and race home to begin reading that night. As she grew older, we would discuss plots and search for hints by rereading the earlier books. We watched the movies as they came out, and would either praise how close they stayed to to story line, or tear them apart for leaving major plot lines out. Harry Potter became our shared obsession and it bound us together in a special way.
My two younger girls didn’t get this incredible gift. They watched the movies first, then read the books. My youngest *gasp*, didn’t want me to read the books to her because she wasn’t into them! That did depress me for a few weeks/months/ok years, but I’m in a good place now.
While I was going through chemotherapy and radiation, I was incredibly fatigued, and at times nauseated. My joints ached and my vision would get blurry after reading for 25 minutes. The one thing that helped get me through the day, or sleepless night was having Kait read Harry Potter to me. Sometimes we would go in order, and other times we would just pick a favorite. Kait has many creative talents and one of them is picking up foreign accents easily. She would read the story in a British accent and I would close my eyes and be transported to a magical place where there wasn’t cancer, or pain. Listening to these books gave me a better sense of comfort and relaxation than any pain killer did. It had the added bonus of bringing forth years of happy memories I shared with my daughter.
I feel sorry for people who don’t like to read. They are missing out on so much. God bless authors and books!