I’m not a picky reader. I will read anything, anywhere. From pamphlets to heavy literature tomes to magazines, all it takes is a few seconds, an interesting writing voice and I’m hooked. Thankfully, this affliction is hereditary. I come from a strong stock of readers that live to get lost in a good book.
“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
— Marcus Tullius Cicero
My mother was the one who taught me to read. She showed me how to fall in love with the language and taught me to appreciate the power that words can have. She taught me how one word or a change in inflection could transform a sentence. I know that a big part of why words continue to hold me spellbound is because of her. She introduced me to the magic with every fairytale she read, with every story she crafted and with every witty defense she compiled as I grew older and learnt to argue. She taught me that words are carefully wielded tools that can be used to delight as well as to destroy and I’m so glad she did.
Today when I write, those lessons come back to me. Each word is carefully selected, keeping in mind what I’m trying to say and how I could say it better. With each post, each article; I strive to capture a little bit of that same magic I find when I read a good book.
Do you have a similar relationship with words or books? I’d love to hear about it below 🙂