Recently, I've been thinking. About what, you ask? No, not about what I'm going to do this weekend. And definitely not about my biology test coming up on Friday. I've been thinking about my life without books!
I see people all the time who don't read regularly, who have never picked up a novel, who spend their free time watching TV or doing other activities. What they do is none of my business, but I simply cannot process why someone would refuse to even try reading a book. Can you?
If I had no books in my life, I can say for sure that I'd be pretty bored. Now, I don't have all the free time in the world to read, but whenever I do I head straight to my favourite chair with a book. If I wasn't into reading, I'd probably be spending the vast majority of my time lying on the couch, indulging in the mind-numbing activity of watching TV. That's not necessarily a bad thing (in moderation), but when I have the choice of reading over doing something else, guess what I choose?
Reading has become such an essential part of my day that, when I don't have the chance to read before bed like I usually do, I feel incomplete. Even if I only get through a few pages before the book is literally falling from my hands, I still have to read. So, the moral of this post is that life without books would pretty much suck for me.
What about you? What would your sad little bookless life be like?