Growing up a voracious reader, I was drawn to books both for the beauty of the stories and language and for their power to transport and change me.
I mean “transport” in two ways. Books transport me to different times and places, and they transport me out of my self. While reading, I enter another’s body and mind, occupy another’s position in space and time, observe and interact with the world through another’s way of thinking. Which brings me to the change part: Closing a book and returning into myself, I’m not quite the same person. Continue reading “How does reading change us?”