Reading is so important to me for a myriad of reasons. My first and some of my best childhood memories were of when my grandmother would bring myself and my two cousins to the library once a week every week. Of course, as someone who reads multiple books at once, I would come come home with a tote bag filled with more than 20 books, which at that age, I had bitten off way more than I could chew. Then, as I grew older I realized that I could always find a loyal friend within a book. Ernest Hemingway penned, “there is no friend as loyal as a book.” I felt that way for a very long time and still do. I can find an escapism in a story that I cannot find in the real world. It is like my very own treasure box everytime I open a book— I can pick out favorite characters, plots, settings, and themes. I love delving into a new world and figuring out where I fit into it, if at all. I always say that reading is an incredible luxury, that we, as humans get to discover new words and new worlds, is a gift that keeps on giving, making it one of the most important art forms there is.
38th New Brunswick