What is it about books and reading which attracts some and scares others away? I’ve been given a copy of Mario Vargas Llhosa’s Travesuras de la niÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â±a mala for Christmas and, almost as soon as the wrapping paper started floating down towards the carpet, I wanted to settle myself down and start reading. Others, especially people in my age group, roll their eyes when they get, see or hear about anything to do with books, literature or similar and pack any offerings away for a rainy day, probably never to be seen again.
Now, I know that I’ve written about this before, but it is a subject which simply doesn’t let go. For me, reading – literature in general, magazines and even the daily newspaper – is one of the greatest pleasures of my life, aside from the more intimate moments, of course! I am rarely to be seen without a book in my hand, for those odd moments when I’m travelling here or there or when I know that I’ll have five minutes to spare.
The Internet, as much as we all love it, has nothing in comparison. To be able to hold a book in your hands, to flick through the pages and take in the warm words printed on paper cannot be exchanged for any form of modern technology, no matter how good some of these e-book readers may become in the future.
It’s difficult to cuddle up with a laptop on a cold evening in bed, although I am sure some people do try. Is it education which turns people away from the printed word, or do they imagine that they either don’t have enough time for a book or that they’ve better things to do?
Fair enough, I enjoy sitting in a street cafÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â© and watching all the beautiful women walk by on a spring day and I could probably take up all my time with fantasies based upon what I see. But books open up a completely new world, a world many of us will never be able to experience: a world of foreign countries, customs and lifestyles; a world of excitement, of action and adventure; a world full of fantasy and creativity.
I’ve seen so many younger people lost within a book, children in the first classes at school who are caught up in their ability to read. Why do we tend to lose this love for books? Where does the excitement of reading, of experiencing, disappear to?
Love & Kisses, Viki.