Every bookworm I encounter has a story to tell.
Finding out how they started is always a heartwarming tale of discovery and exploration. But how come reading still seems to be an activity that very little people around us actively invest in? It’s as if picking up a book is a taboo act that should never be looked into and even thought about. Some even see those who find themselves enjoying the act of reading as Satan-possessed creatures!
Growing up I realized how fragile the passion for reading is in a lot of us. It doesn’t take much for people to vow to never pick up a book again. As blasphemous as it sounds, it’s true.
Required reading remains one of the biggest reasons why many of them shut themselves off at the mere mention of literature.
Nowadays time seems to be the better excuse to not partake in…
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