Why read if you don’t have a secret bottom shelf where you hide your guilty pleasures when guests arrive?
Why read if you don’t feel the rush to write a review the minute you turn the final page?
Why read if you don’t count how many pages words sentences stanzas or square meters of text you consumed this year?
Why read a novel no one has heard of when you can read a book that could have and maybe even should have been a TED Talk?
Why read if you can’t brag about how quickly you swallow a novel? There’s a kid in Lapland, he reads without blinking and you bet he juggles three Rubik’s cubes while he’s at it.
Why read on the bus where no one appreciates your choice? Why not go to a park where you can watch people stroll while you jump from line to line? Just make sure everyone sees the title. They print them in letters this H U G E for a reason.
Why read if you don’t have a quota a goal a competition with twenty friends a book club or at least a list?
Why read anything from the 40s? You wouldn’t watch a black-and-white movie. Or maybe you would.
Why read on paper when your Kindle can hold a thousand books? Some comedian advised not to boff people who don’t have books at home. Lucky you, with a whole library in your backpack.
Why read the “classics”? School ruined them, and Leo is Gatsby now, they even put him on the cover.
Why re-read stuff? Not even going to explain this: you’ve read it already.
Why read if you’re not reading in a robe? Anyone can read Bukowski in a T-shirt and you’re certainly not anyone.
Why read? Why read at all?
Wonderful! Genius perspective. I often feel guilty for not reading that much, because I usually paint or make stuff when I have a free minute. This made me feel better😃😄😁
I love this a lot!