When I was younger, I hated to read. The act of sitting and reading seemed unproductive. But an accident happened and left me in the hospital for a couple of months. Tired of watchin TV, I turned to books. My teacher always brought me books to read for school and eventually I started read and was later captured.
Then books became my everything. They were my friends, my security, my therapy, my escape from reality. More recently, I'm starting to rely on them because real life is depressing and I need the assurance that good things do happen. I need moments where I can escape from the stress of school, job searching, and thinking about the unstable future.