Reading is a great source of consolation, it’s true. It’s far more than a refuge, though. When you find books you love, reading is a source of joy. Books don’t just console me; they entertain, stimulate, challenge and thrill me.
Although I can read to escape this time and place, when I choose to, sometimes books urge me to observe and engage with this world. Don’t look away, they say.
And while the act of reading is usually a solitary one in a way, it’s also a conversation between writer and reader, between the writer and all the writers before her. Books talk to each other and readers form a community.
Now that I’ve been serious for a moment, go enjoy Richard Glover’s funny article about reading, Readership riddle solved by Sherlock-loving son.