When people see my packed bookcase or find out I devoured the new book I was reading in a single day, some ask: Why? Why the obsession with books?
As much as I love video games and a variety of different hobbies, I will always be first and foremost a book nerd. From the age of 6 when I read ‘The Rainbow Fish’ about 50 times, to the age of 10 when I discovered Harry Potter (and was devastated on my 11th birthday when my letter didn’t come) to the age of 15 when every week I would come home with 15+ books from the library and try to read as many as I could over the weekend, books have always held a special type of magic between their pages for me. They can whisk you off to far away lands where dragons and hippogriffs are lurking. They can turn our own world into the place of some mystical and wonderful happenings. They can let you experience great love stories and tales of old that only once existed in folklore. Simply, they let you escape your reality. They are a small window into another world, and by opening that cover and turning those pages, you are able to experience that world, grow attached to the characters, feel their pain and joy as your own and can even make you laugh or cry (I still miss Dobby!).
Personally, my favourite genre is fantasy, I love diving into the different worlds they paint and situations they can offer you, and of course, the stories that exist among them. While the overlying story is obviously what draws you in, if you take the time to delve just that little bit deeper, you can find the true messages of the story, subtly but not so subtly (if you get my drift :P), running deep beneath the pages. Unlikely hero saving the world, a single person going on an unfathomable quest to save the ones they love, exploring how the single beat of a butterflies wing can change the course of time, books and their stories can be happy, sad, thought provoking and inspiring.
What set off this post was the series I just finished reading – Delirium trilogy by Lauren Oliver: a world where love is classed as a disease. This story was one which showed you can not be happy without knowing pain, nor experience sunshine without a bit of rain, by facing the worst it will bring out your best. You cannot build yourself happiness behind self built walls of doubt, hate and negativity. Taking down these barricades is scary and embracing life fully is to embrace the unknown, but your happiness is within reach, all you have to do is grasp it with both hands and never give up on yourself. This story also contained what I believe to be one of the best thought provoking and inspiring paragraphs I have ever read, and I highly recommend this series to everyone. The paragraph is as follows (don’t worry, it doesn’t give the story away :)):
‘Take down the walls.
That is, after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through the other side, don’t know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might be paradise, or destruction.
Take down the walls.
Otherwise you must live closely, in fear, building barricades against the unknown, saying prayers against the darkness, speaking verse of terror and tightness.
Otherwise you may never know hell, but you will not find heaven, either. You will not know fresh air and flying.
All of you, who ever you are: in your spiny cities or one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of metal and chink, the fragments of stone filling your stomach. And pull, and pull and pull.
I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever.
Take down the walls.’
It is this reason; the stories, the worlds, the characters, and absolutely wonderful pieces of writing such as this, I will always and forever be a bookworm 🙂
Until next time lovelies 🙂